The One With the Peep


My little niece is about 14 months old with the quality of independence of a 30-year-old mother. She didn’t have a lot of hair to begin with.  All she had was a mohawk that pointed down towards her forehead, which reminded me of those marshmallow peeps they sell during Easter.  Because of her presence in my life and the lives of my family, I feel a little older and a lot more stronger in my faith in God.  He brings peace to my family through her and I feel nothing but bliss.

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