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The sky all day today was deep blue and clear and tonight as the sun sank in the west . . . the afterglow lasted a full hour . . . we could not stop being amazed by the site. 

This is Finnegan's attempt to capture the mountains being outlined with the last light of the day.

John is in Florida.   Tomorrow Phoebe turns 19.  And there was no food in our house.

So, today was a busy day of purchasing gifts, food, and cleaning up for the party tomorrow.

Her requests for food and desert:

Food:
BBQ chicken
scalloped potatoes
big salad

Desert:
Brownies
Ice Cream
Chocolate sauce
and
Danish Pastries

That's it.

And for Phoebe, we will do it.

And decorate the whole house and hide nineteen 19s and blow up balloons and think about how much we love our Phoebe Laine.

Until then, I have six loads of laundry to fold, two children to put to bed, and a kitchen to clean.

So off I go.

Here's a shout out to all the single mama's who do this every day with less support and more demands.  You have my respect and admiration.  If there is anything I can do to help . . . please please let me.  Thank you for being so strong and doing so much so well with so little.  You are my heroes.

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