Happy Anniversary Morell's



Ntanya and William sittin' in a tree . . . .

Happy Anniversary! August 17th. I've lost track of how many years--somebody fill in the missing dates in the comment section.

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  1. AnonymousAugust 19, 2009 at 7:32 PM

    Happy belated anniversary, hope you celebrated in style! Man how time flies once you have kids!;) Trin- your the best remembering all the dates... I think I lose more brain cells with each kid.

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  2. TawnAugust 20, 2009 at 9:42 AM

    Thanks, it has been eight years!

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