Chita Turns 9

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chita has become an absolute joy to be around these past 6 months. he helps me round kids up for church, he's always quick with a smile and he always looks out for me...in the little ways. i understand why konrad took such a liking to him.
h.b. chita.

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Joelyn said…
I love these little glimpes into your life and work...what a precious boy. Glad you are there to help him celebrate life!
January 26, 2011 at 7:32 AM
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