Things started off calmly enough, then bad timing set in-I was about to sneak a bottle feeding in before things got started when Father Ken called all the parents and babies to the front to begin. Ought oh. It wasn't long before Tommy made it clear that he was hungry. We had the only crying baby.
My side of the family (minus my mom who had to run back to our house in time for the food delivery).
The Pohl's
Tommy is blessed this day and we pray he grows up knowing and loving God.
We love you, Thomas Paul.
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