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Happy Tuesday everyone!!  It's been one week to the day that I've been carrying around pictures in my purse of two sweet, brown-faced girls and calling them my daughters....that seems like a perfectly good reason for a celebration!!

How 'bout celebrating my girls with me while you get ready to celebrate Jesus birth!  I have a suspicion that many of you just clicked over here from some shopping site you were on, trying to take advantage of the last few days that you don't have to pay an arm and a leg to have the friendly UPS man deliver your purchases!  Since you're shopping anyways.....check out our Amazon link!  I've stocked it with some of my favorite reads from over the last year....books that will feed and challenge the souls of your loved ones.  




Using this link, or the one on the upper left hand corner of the blog, to enter the Amazon site will set the Amazon elves in motion on behalf of our girls!  There won't be any fireworks or banners that announce that your purchase is an extra special one...but don't worry....Amazon know that you came through our link and will credit a percentage of your purchase to our adoption account.  Simple as that!  Purchases you were going to make anyways can do double duty celebrating both our girls and Christmas, just with one extra click!  And we all know Amazon's got everything on your list....probably cheaper too!

You've got 8 days left to get that coveted SUPER SAVER SHIPPING...after that you'll find yourself in the unsavory dilemma of trying to weigh the benefits of not having to drive the busy roads with the Christmas crazies against expensive 2 day shipping....or *gasp* overnight shipping! 

Thank you for celebrating with us.  I really can't say it enough.  The outpouring of excitement from all of you in your comments, facebook posts, emails and in-person hugs has been overwhelming and powerful.  You have fanned our excitement into a roaring fire that's helping calm the tide of sudden "to-do" lists and adoption paperwork.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.....





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