She is so happily exhausted; he is Alaska grown
Don't feel too bad for Margie here, folks. True, she is so exhausted that she can hardly keep her eyes open, yet she must until she knows baby has settled down and gone to sleep, but she is in heaven on Earth. That's where she goes whenever she gets to babysit Kalib.
Nothing is more wonderful to her than having this baby - this toddler - around.
Nothing. Not even me.
He is one-half Navajo, one-quarter Apache, one quarter the European mix that is me - but 100 percent Alaska Grown.
Good combination.
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To me it sounds like your whole missionary encounter wasn't just a coincidence. Here's the mission number if you ever feel like calling them. I think you should. The worst that could happen is that you meet two nice young boys that can help you shovel your sidewalk.
General Phone: (907) 345-7579
~Kim
Lucky Kalib - to have such a good photographer for a grandfather!