one. When I was nine years old, on a day very near Christmas, my father loaded the last of his belongings into the car and gathered his children to say goodbye. I don’t recall if we stood stairstep in age order but most likely we did as pictures from that time often showed us oldest …
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My husband occasionally admonishes me for staring at people when we are out in public. He is right. I do stare but sometimes when I see something so adorably cute I can’t make myself look away. Tonight at Target I saw a family come through the door, Mom, Dad and four little girls. Dad was …