I met "my twins" in highschool. I was 16. I could barely tell them apart back then. We have been good friends for 25 years. WOW. How time flies.
This weekend I went to Chico to celebrate Linnea's wedding reception. She and her hubby had a son two years ago, got married a year ago, and decided it was high time to have a party.
It was a beautiful party at her friend's house, which happened to be a walnut farm in Chico. For more pics, check out my flickr.
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VERY cool to see you three together again. The next thought that would have occured in this post has been mentally censored in the interest of my staying married.
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