My girls are in Morocco

The closest thing I have to grandchildren are the children of our good friends Julie and Gerald. They are in a strange land far away and exposing those wonderful children to all sorts of new and exotic things. Kendra is the little one on the left and Katrina is on the right. That's their pretty mom there in the middle. They are displaying their Henna hands. I hear that the dark comes off in a day or so and the yellow stain lasts a week. I would love to hear their laughter and share a birthday cake with them again. They are coming home for a visit this summer and perhaps we can coax them to stop by with promises of BBQ meats and cake.

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