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A Note About My Siblings

The Original Siblings

These are the "siblings".

With the last three of the bunch graduating high school this year, I think it's an appropriate time to introduce them.

On the left is Liz. An accounting major, she provides the common sense in the bunch. And thanks to her love of musicals, we all are a little more cultured.

Next is Aaron. If you're ever in a jam, he'll be the first to help you out. And he'll make you laugh very hard in the process.

Then Steph. Whether you've known her for 10 minutes or 10 years, she'll make you feel like an old friend. And she's often responsible for the-- never mind. It's classified.

And Nick. Nick can hack your database or take a perfectly composed picture of a sunrise, depending on the day. And he's also got car ride composition covered.

Abby. You'll know Abby's been there by the trail of little children tagging along after her. And she keeps us classy in word and deed.

Finally Micah. He thrives on investing time in hurting people. And music. And he's probably the cause of the whipped cream in your hair or the water in your face.

Oh, I forgot one. The invisible one to my right is Poof B. Gone. Poof filled in anytime the Super Seven needed and eighth person. Like during square dancing parties.

These, folks, are the siblings. We've added to the bunch now, but the original gang will always be special to me.
2 Peter 3:18-- ...grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To Him be the glory, both now and to the day of eternity. Amen.

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  1. Abby RichettJune 23, 2014 at 4:30 PM

    <3
    That's all!

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  2. knightsealianJune 24, 2014 at 10:43 AM

    Well.. my nose is in my left eye.... and I have two pairs of lips...but it's about time you introduced us... in whatever disfigured form that may be.

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