I miss Maggie most when I have a great leftover like this mornings cheese omelet.  I would never have to explain why it was a leftover, or worry that she wouldn't like it. 


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Cacciatore Claybourne said…
I miss her too!
7:26 PM
Missy said…
She was a girls best friend. Sweet Maggie
11:26 PM
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