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We are Thankful!



For girls who like to help mom cook! (And for Thirty One Gifts where you can get adorable monogrammed aprons!)

For doctor's who give special treatment to their favorite patients (and figure out that Muh Main Man has pneumonia, just a few short hours before Thanksgiving dinner).

For grace and blessings that have given us the life we are living. Blessings to each of you on this Thanksgiving Day 2008!

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Anonymous said…
She looks adorable!
Happy Thanksgiving!!!

~Sue
11/27/2008 8:51 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Cute as could be - love the apron!

Sorry John is sick, not a fun way to spend the day. Rick and I can empathize, we are both fighting a really bad cold/cough that has decided to move into our chests - we sound a like - hoarse. I'm guessing we both have bronchitis. Thankfully the gorgeous day meant we all spent the day outdoors and I'm hoping that will keep us from spreading our germs to all our guests.

Stay well!
11/27/2008 11:17 PM
Unknown said…
Hey Jenlo, so sorry John's not well. That is so nice the Dr. took him right in. I've never heard tell of anything like that on a holiday.

Your Little Chic is just too cute!
11/28/2008 8:35 PM
Unknown said…
And I hope your Thanksgiving was a special time with your loved ones.
11/28/2008 8:37 PM
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