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One of my favorite things about my wedding outside of the obvious joy and love shared with my man was seeing my father and brothers in their military dress.
Since I married a lowly, startlingly hansome civilian, there would be no sword ceremony welcoming me into the service (replete with a smack on the tush by a sword); but seeing three of my favorite people in full dress was something else.
My mom looked pretty enchanting as well.
This is Day 43.
1 comment:
It was an amzing day!
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