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I consider each of my children a Gift.




A blessing.





Most days anyway!





::smile::





And even though my "big kids" have been SO resilient through this whole crazy ordeal. I still worry. Cause I'm bent like that.






Which is why this post captivated & inspired me! And is now on my must read list for every parent raising blended needs children...

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Mama Skates said…
what a great story! thx 4 posting the link on ur blog!
May 27, 2009 at 11:55 AM
blogzilly said…
Cynthia has an incredible outlook for someone handling this for so many years. I love reading her stuff.
May 27, 2009 at 4:22 PM
Monica~ James~ Connor said…
I so needed to read that today!! Thanks for linking it. =)
May 28, 2009 at 4:59 PM
Colby said…
Oh my gosh! what a WONDERFUL compliment for you to say about my writing...And to provide the link! I have got some new readers now!!! I am getting popular, thanks to you!

No, seriously...I am honored to have such things said about my little family...And I hope and pray that I can continue to give you younger parents some encouragement...But the thing is...y'all have done more for me than you'll ever know!!!

Love,

Cyndi
May 28, 2009 at 7:34 PM
Danielle said…
Cyndi...you have truly been SUCH a blessing & encouragement to me! I love reading your thoughts...because they're SO honest & pure!

I probably shoulda asked you before linking it?! Hope ya don't mind! *wink*

...danielle
May 30, 2009 at 4:34 AM
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