correction needed

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Missi was so kind to inform me that my use of Peak was incorrect.
Peak is a noun, ex" the Peak of the mountain.

Peek is a verb:ex
Have a peek into my window.
The 12 grand Andy plunked down for her tuition is showing.

here are two pics from Jacks attendance at Cousin Charlies party. Jack decided to wear his Hawaiian shirt in light of the occasion.

The last photo was from this am when Missi and Jack decided to snuggle and watch some cartoons together. She loves her booger.

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Anonymous said…
Lol...good catch for the young missy girl...smarty pants..just like mom..have i mentioned how i look forward to every post you write..i look every day to read your words..they are my little silce of heaven..something i look forward to..at times i feel like they are letters addressed to me of the goings on in your life..like i am away somwhere ..soldiers letters or something..know what i mean jelly bean...pen pals sort of...i like it truely..and i like you too..love you quite honestly..can't help it..innocent it is..but true from my bones to my guts...the girls and jack too...seeing them grow to brilliant young women,and jack such a little man..everything with such passion and purpose...exquisite..beautiful, witty..they remind me of someone i fell in love with once...and still carry a great admiration for..always will..til death and beyond..always remember...times in the bubble...beside your bedside praying for god to give you another shot..your job wasn't done..just a scare..just let her see how she is loved and how important she is to so many of us..and to herself...i promised i would spend my life helping others in a position such as hers...perhaps as a doctor or maybe a PA..in any way i do..it will be because i desire it with all of me...and without this beautiful person who has influenced and believed in me so much i would have never started the venture a few years ago...thank you for all that you mean to me...priceless.....
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