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Happy Holidays


This is the season of rushing here and there. Everyone is busy preparing for family get together's.

I have decided to give my dear "editor" a very needed break from her job editing my stories. It will be nice to have a little time myself. So we will not be posting anymore chapters in our book "Little by Little....Side by Side" until after the first of the year.

Please come back to us then and walk with Mark and Amy as they see their Bret and Kate through  high school years, college years and finally attend their beautiful weddings. These will be the final chapters of the book. We will cry together, be happy together, and tell our young man and woman good bye as they start their life with their spouse.

So until then..... Happy Holidays to all our dear friends. We hope you enjoy your families and friends.

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