Early tomorrow morning I will board a narrow metal corridor that will proceed to burn over 70,000 gallons of jet fuel for to propel my wife and I to the highland capital of one of earth’s oldest civilizations. Waiting there is a new daughter who is already beautiful because she is loved by her maker. The love of a mother and father can only incarnate that- and though imperfectly, it will.
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