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I might make it a T-shirt

 

 

 

trevys MRI

 

 

…danielle

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legomaster said…
Shut the fridge door!
:)
You CRACK me up!
I double-dare you to make shirts. Go for it my friend!
PS:
I love your attitude....it's a blessing to me especially right now...and R's surgery is nothing compared to Trevy's...but still....
Thanks!
Anonymous said…
I don't even know what to say - I can't even wrap my mind around that. You NEED to make it a T-shirt! Looks like God knew what He was doing with every little fiber of Trevy's precious being.
Dora's Daddy said…
There's a great reminder of God's awesome power in there for sure! God Bless Trevy!
joanne foltz said…
John 2:11 "This beginning of miracles did Jesus in Cana of Galilee, and manifested forth his glory; and his disciples believed on him."
This is to glorify our Lord!! Amazing!! Trevor is a walking miracle of God's power and grace to us, and He is the one who is worthy to be praised! Bibi PS wear the t-shirt proudly!!
blogzilly said…
I'd buy one. Maybe even two, if you made black ones.

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