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David and I were talking about Sweet Peas this morning, on our bike ride. We had seen a big display of them in a yard during our travels and then Beth mentioned them here on the blog. My memory is that Mom loved Sweet Peas. When our cousin Christine Overwater died, Mom made a cross-shaped piece for the funeral--covered in Sweet Peas. I had planned to name my daughter after her, and had told everyone that, if it was a girl, she would be Christine, but when they asked me in the hospital right after she was born, somehow Amber Dawn came out, and it stuck.
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