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Seems in-laws always get a bad rap from mother-in-law jokes to the sad tales of rejection of a new bride by the other women in a big family.  My dear brother married a wonderful young woman and I can gladly say that she is a wonderful sister-in-law and in-love!  We've had little I.R.L. (*in real life) time to be together but I can rest assured that she is always praying for and thinking of me as I do of her.

Saturday was my s-i-love's 39th birthday.  I want to wish her a wonderful birthday and a happy new year.  A new year to live for Christ and to enjoy all the good memories that she can squeeze into her 40th year of life!

Happy Birthday, Angie!




We're always coming and going but like the two in the middle,    
we can always be friends and hold each other's hand along the way!
Praying for you each day as you tend the little sprouts in your garden of boys.


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  1. cellartopOctober 10, 2011 at 6:01 AM

    She is truly a special part of our family.

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  2. VickiOctober 10, 2011 at 6:57 AM

    I hope she doesn´t mind that we know her age! Would love to meet her one day.

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  3. ByronOctober 11, 2011 at 3:05 AM

    Nah, I don't think she minds! She declared it herself on her blog! I do hope you get to meet them all sometime.

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