Missi's concert and beautiful girls.

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I gave a short blurb last night of the song missi sang at her concert. You can see from her photo's that she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
I am reaping the benefits of my labor, in so much as I recorded the night ALlie sang the same song as a senior. I cried and puffed up with pride because of her beauty that night. This night with Missi was the same. She stood a the microphone and looked directly at her sister, father, and I. I have never heard her sing like that before. She sang from her heart and was amazing.
I heard the couple behind me say Oh what a beautiful girl.
I didnt turn around just wiped my eyes and felt a glow grow from my heart.
I adore these girls.
I enjoy them, they make me laugh, and make me want to be a better person.
Forever they together are my reason for going on. The easiest people on the planet to fall in love with.
Thank you.
I so wish my Dad could have been there.
Hakuna Matata was one of the finales and made us all smile big KNOWING SMILES.

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Shirley and I are sitting at the computer at midnight reading your blog. She was unaware of it until I introduced her to it and I read a few entries to her. Some of them moved Shirley to tears. We both agree -- you are an amazing writer (and I am still waiting for that book; it's in there, I know it). She sends her love and looks forward to reading more with me. Take care, Flaming June.
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