We were twelve.
We had left our babydolls behind...
realizing that we needed to get married first.
This is the reception picture.
I guess the stainless bowl contained the punch...
cookies to the side.
That's our friend JoAnne.
We would never let her be a bride...
only a bridesmaid.
Maybe we noticed that she was already getting her "shape"
and we were still rather "boyish."
She might steal away our make believe hubbys.
Lou,
what happened to your veil?
You look like "the flying nun."
Love these pictures and the memories they bring.
Today is David's birthday
but we couldn't party because everyone at his house is sick.
Love you so much firstborn son!
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