Abundant Life: Pics are here

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Pics are here

I know you've been waiting to see how the girls' school pictures turned out. Well, here they are. They're maybe not the best pictures ever, but I feel like each one captures a little something in each girls core personality. Sarah is thinking "is this a good smile? Is this right?" Ella could be saying "Mom!" in that sing-songy tone of exasperation. Kate looks like she's planning some mischief. And Leah has her tentative little angel look on. They're funny kids, but boy how I love them each and all.

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KimOctober 6, 2010 at 5:55:00 AM MDT
Cuuuuute! I can't wait till the next time I get to hang with those adorable girls :-)
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mom smithOctober 8, 2010 at 9:56:00 AM MDT
So darling. I want 4X6s or 5X7s of each, ok--unlike last time when I got none! Such sweet girls. I love 'em too.
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bclaireOctober 20, 2010 at 11:28:00 AM MDT
LOVE!
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