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We Couldn't Have Done It Without You



Dear Kathy and Doug,
We owe both of you heartfelt thanks for being true Christian servants during our ordeal.  Thankfully you were an arms reach away and always willing to take Nika on a whim, cook incredible food (good enough to send Anna into labor!), and throw possibly the best four-year-old birthday party this side of the Connecticut.  This was all done while Kathy was recovering from major surgery and Doug was into some serious home decor projects.  Now Doug is desensitized about the pumping thing too, so we all gained some perspective :).  We don't know how to say it better, but all your prayers and hugs and tears mean the world to us.  Thank you.  We love you.  Safe travels across the border.
      

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  1. How blessed to have such amazing friends! Welcome home Leo...I am praying for you and your family!

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  2. A couple more angels in your life to be thankful for! We are so glad to get to know them too!

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  3. Doug & I were so touched by what you wrote. Truly, it was such an honor and privilege for us to have the opportunity to be there for all 4 of you.

    We also want to thank you for allowing us into your family life while so much was unfolding from day to day. The intimacy, honesty, struggles, and emotions you shared with us and continue to share here in your writings have blessed our hearts and no doubt all others who come to these pages.

    We love you, too, and will continue to hold you all close in prayer day by day.
    P.S. But, what do we do about Nika withdrawal?? We had so much fun playing with her!

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