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Dear Abe:
You sure are homegrown, and growing like a weed. You look so alert to everything, I bet you don’t miss a trick–just like your Mom.
Miss seeing you as you grow into “a big boy”–you change in every picture we see of you.
Be good–love you, Grandma “J” and Grampa “L”
What’s black & white & red all over? A beautiful baby & his beautiful mother!
Grandma C