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When I was a young girl, I loved the smell of my mother's baked fresh bread. It smelled like home. It's a tradition that my mother is now passing on to my daughter. This is Nanny's loaf and granddaughter Rory's loaf.
This is a picture of my little girl, Rory, watching her daddy sail away on the Maersk Challenger. She sat on the wall at Signal Hill watching, waving, and yelling "Bye daddy, see you soon, i love you," as the Challenger sailed out to sea.