I married the one that believed in me all along. This is my journey through a year filled with early morning phone calls, infinite photographs and a brand new baby girl while my husband is off at war.
You know, it took me forever to word my question because I was like, "Please don't let that be her couch. Ew!" I don't know that I can be friends with anyone that buys furniture that crazy. Whew!
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"you're not leaving us again, right?"... how sweet!
welcome home, sir! & thank you for our freedom!
here's my WW --Footprints in the sand :)
OK, so the picture is sweet and everything, but is that your couch? Inquiring minds need to know.
It looks like she is going to be a Daddy's girl :)
Dear God, no, that's not our couch! LMAO. I'm not that colorblind!
We went out to lunch that day. I think the adoring gaze was simply because he had the food.
What a beautful picture. :)
You know, it took me forever to word my question because I was like, "Please don't let that be her couch. Ew!" I don't know that I can be friends with anyone that buys furniture that crazy. Whew!
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