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Day Eleven


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another picture of you with your friends

So this time around I am posting a picture of my absolutely 4 favourite people in the WHOLE world.

We already talked about one of them, my husband shaped person and best friend, Alan. He is amazing and wonderful and strong and intelligent and supportive and caring and everything I could ask for in a husband, partner in crime and best friend. While our marriage is not perfect (no one's is) we are perfect for each other. We fit together like a jigsaw puzzle and I love him like a fat kid loves cake!

My other 3 favorite people in the world are my three kids, Miss 12, Master 9 (almost 10) and Master 4 (otherwise known as base jumping jack or crash bandicoot). They are all hilariously funny, they crack me up everyday and each have an amazing sense of humour. They never fail to amaze me with how smart they are and how caring and wonderful. They are growing into amazing human beings before my eyes and I genuinely enjoy spending time with each of them. I hope that they still enjoy spending time with me when they are older and I am even less cool than I am now!
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  1. Anecdotal Anna19 October 2010 at 19:57

    SNAP again. I also have husband, 3 kids (oldest girl then 2 boys). STOP THE MADNESS.

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