Dear One has always been a term of endearment in my family. Once when my father called Phoebe "Dear One," she began repeating it, singing it really, as she ran around the house.
After a long hiatus from the web, here's Phoebe making Grandma Dene a birthday cake (which she later told me was strawberry) and singing "Happy Birthday." Unfortunately, I cut off the part with her blowing out the candles at the end.
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I knew my life was missing something in the last few months and now I've figured it out--Dear One!
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