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Baby photo of Clyde


Baby~Clyde


A few years ago I came across the photo of this little one.  
Clyde is not his give name but a name given to him off of Reece's Rainbow four years ago. 
Since then Clyde has been waiting for a home and will be soon be turning 5 years old.
This year for his 5th birthday he will get the best present ever.
Little Clyde will have a family who will love and cherish him.
If all goes as planned we will be meeting Clyde on his 5th birthday.
Our plans are to bring him presents for each year of his little life.
We have chosen a new name for him and this we will announce once we have court.
During court we pray we will be allowed to become his parents.
And if all goes well we can travel back to pick him up and bring him home.
This will be our little Christmas man :O)))
So much to do in the next three months till we meet him.
Till then we wait and wait.
:O))


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