A special kind of love.

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Case has a special kind of love. A pure, free love. Since Case was boon he has been showing me how to love without judgement. He has been the cause of hundreds of relationships in my life. From doctors and nurses to moms and dads. One if my favorite friends that Case has brought into my life is a lady named Sarah. I met her at Wal-Mart. I was struggling to hold Case, manage Lainey and put my groceries on the belt. A lady behind me in line asked if I wanted her to hold him (it was Sarah:). I said, "Sure! Just don''t run, I worked to hard for him to lose him now.":) She laughed and asked me about my special Case. We became fast friends. We see each other at Wal-Mart from time to time and recently started talking on the phone. She is one of Case's biggest fans.:) One thing I've been shown lately is that one of the biggest blessings God can give us in this life is the blessing of friendship.

"May there always be work for your hands to do, may your purse always hold a coin or two. May the sun always shine on your windowpane, may a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you, may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you."
- Irish Blessing

1 Peter 4:8


Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.


Matthew 22:37-39

Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.'  This is the first and greatest commandment.  And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'




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  1. TestJanuary 15, 2012 at 9:22 PM

    I totally agree. I have so many wonderful new relationships just because of Ramsey, including my friendship with you :)

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