Flashback Friday

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July 12, 1990.  The day Matt asked me to marry him.

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Wanda said…
Ah! What an adorable couple. I love your flashback Fridays!
April 7, 2012 at 12:49 AM
Liz said…
Thanks Wanda!
April 7, 2012 at 2:38 AM
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