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What a joy to be a grandfather.
Trinity, or as we like to call her, the Trinster, was born on Independence Day (how ironic for her parents). She still believes that all the fireworks are in her honor. I have way too many photos of this beautiful, willful, child to share here. But I content myself with looking through them now and again.
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