This was a hard month. Mike’s father died on September 5th after a valiantly fought battle with leukemia. Even though we knew the day would eventually come, it didn’t make it any easier. We will always miss Grandpa Rose – but we’re so glad to have known and loved such a great man, and to know that we will see him and hug him again someday.
9/16: Mikey got an “A” on his very first spelling test.
9/21: Charlotte: “I’m a super spy.” Me: “What makes you a super spy?” Charlotte: “Tape!” She had put scotch tape on her face and hands.
9/24: I got to go on a nice, long horseback ride in the Uintahs will a good friend. A very, very good day.
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