DING DONG - DING DONG - DING DONG
Three quick rings of my door bell followed by the sound of running feet - one pair of feet belonging to a newly turned 4 year old and the other belonging to his mother. I waited to open the door until the sounds of giggles began to fade, then carefully opened my screened door and peeked around to wave at the mom as they both disappeared into their own front door down the block.

Someone's Thinking of You
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Julene
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