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100 Days of Thanksgiving (Day 46)

So thankful for my sweet, loving sister, who so graciously forgives (mischievous grin); uses her talent to make a knitted hat for me; brings joy to the family; and is simply an awesome sister!
I love you Priscilla (also known as Prilla, Bill, Cilla, Billa, Prill and a multiude of other names)! 

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  1. I am thankful for Priscilla too! and I am thankful for you! y'all are sweet sisters to each other and to me and Hannah :)

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  2. Aren't I good at giving suggestions, Hannah? lol
    Well, I'm thankful for you also, and I love you! You're the best!

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    1. Yes, you are! Thanks for the suggestion! ;)

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