I must tell about last summer. It was July and we were all picking blueberries in the yard. Sarah came walking down the hill toward us wearing a purple shirt snug on her baby bump and I told her she looked like a blueberry herself! After that we called him her little blueberry. And this summer here he is, enjoying blueberry cobbler. So grateful!
I must tell about last summer. It was July and we were all picking blueberries in the yard. Sarah came walking down the hill toward us wearing a purple shirt snug on her baby bump and I told her she looked like a blueberry herself! After that we called him her little blueberry. And this summer here he is, enjoying blueberry cobbler. So grateful!
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