Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. — Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
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Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making.

— Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
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