




Mama, you also made the best birthday cakes. Look at that creation for the twins! And doesn't Jacob look like such a little boy? I'm guessing that the picture at the Rose Parade was very typical of family outings--Rosalynde holding one baby, Mama holding another, Daddy taking pictures, Gabrielle keeping Brigham in check, and me--well, me getting off scott-free without any responsibilities.
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