“For everything there is a season: a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.”
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NLT)
Brady, I do not have the proper words to describe how amazing you are. When you were born, I’m not quite sure why, but I felt like you would grow up to be “something.” I didn’t know what “something” was, but I knew that, in some way, you would bring something different to our lives. You definitely did that. Thank you for being you: loving, kind, always optimistic, and crazy as all get out! There is definitely a hole in the Pruett family now, but time heals all wounds. Thank you for making generation eight so epic!
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