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Looking Back

My heart is happy today....not that it isn't other days, but I've been compiling photos for scrap booking projects (FINALLY!) and I can't help but reminisce.  I got a good deal from an online photo source and ordered 100+ pictures of J and I's first year together.  Just going through the photos of those first few months as a new couple made me smile and Oh SO Joyful of our lives together!  I look back on those photos and think of where we are now and my heart just bursts with happiness.  We are so blessed and in a place that I only dreamed of.  

Our life together just makes my heart happy, y'all.  And how fun is it to just go back and look through pictures from a few years ago and laugh with remembrance of the fun times we had?!  Take a gander through some of my favorite pictures from just a couple years ago....I hope they bring a smile to your face as they have mine.  :-)

(and wish me luck on the undertaking that is just now starting a scrap book of our life together!  better late than never, right?!)















"my ♥ is happy...going through pictures to start my big scrapbook project (finally) and looking back over the last 3+ years just makes me smile. A long time ago I asked for happiness....and I found it. It's in those everyday things and little moments that make me say "thank you" for all that I have."
- Helen Easterly 

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