These Summer Days: Photo Intermission

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Does it count as blogging when you post pictures?  Jessica so cleverly made these collages (she's the collage-queen).  I thought they were sweet.  I've known these ladies for over 20 years...ooph!

 
Some photos of my beautiful daughter on one of my favorite days of the year (4th of July!)
 


And celebrating birthdays with my 3 Cancer girls, baseball and celebrating my 35th (again!) with (more!) dear friends




These are some of my favorite summer days... so far...



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