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		<title>By: Pat Schroer</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is a privilege to see the fruits of support and presence as our children grow and become adults, and to see how they adapt when they are parents. There is nothing like being a parent, unless it&#039;s being a grandparent! It&#039;s support and presence in another generation...and dimension, too. What a privilege to see your grandchild come into the world. I was there, and held her first...then passed her off to her daddy, who stood next to me, shaking like a leaf. Such a blessed memory!]]></description>
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