From early on we knew Hannah was going to be our creative child. She talked in rhymes so I called her my little songwriter. She would illustrate her stories in such funny ways, yet at times pull out something you could tell came from somewhere deep within.
Hannah has so much compassion.
With that comes the problem of carrying things she needs to pass on to the Lord. She's learning. I've seen her weep over decisions of friends that are not healthy.
Stella (her guitar) is her friend. She told me today that if there was a fire in our house she would do all she could to pull Stella out.
They make beautiful music together.
I love you Belle. You are precious to me.
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