Annie reminds me so much of Murphy. Everyday I see more and more Murphy in her.
And so it was (and still is) this past week. Everywhere I turned I saw my parents: a pitcher my Mom gave to me, all the work Dad and I did on the house, cards I saved that Mom gave me...
Everywhere I turn, there they are.
Murphy's day.
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