Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
IT WAS AWESOME
Emily came upstairs from riding the motorcycle with her grampa and exclaimed - IT WAS AWESOME! Her hair looked like a cyclone hit it. She had pulled her helmet off and stood there with the best look on her face. It was priceless!
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