Tuesday, November 14, 2006

two of my fave people in the world

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I am very thankful to God for graciously giving these two people to me as my parents. 

I love them very much.

Nov 14, 2006 6:47:26 PM | family, thankfulness

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Kristy

Amanda...you look like your mom!!! Particularly your eyes...definitely... :)

Posted by: Kristy | Wednesday, November 15, 2006 at 07:25 AM

amanda

yeah . .. it's almost scary just how much alike we look! It is even more obvious if you are looking at pics of us at the same age--me at 20 and her at 20--very, very similar!

Posted by: amanda | Wednesday, November 15, 2006 at 07:54 AM

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