Page 144 - The Freckled Eye - Book
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As the weeks approached, I did everything I wanted to do, when I wanted to
do it. It was perfect, well almost perfect. I would have loved my family to be
here, but they were with me in my heart, as they always are. It was as
perfect as it could be. I knew they'd understand. I made sure to call my mom
and take lots of pictures of all the cookie making. She was with me.
