Here are my lovely girls and my lovely man!

And it's Becca's birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECCA!! This time a year ago we were together! And all the Joneses too! And all the Winters! And Josephine, Caroline, Martin, Mim, Zoe and the Coombses! What a delightful time that was, celebrating SamBecca!! The video of you climbing the tree on your blog Becca (see link!) is simply GORGEOUS!!!!!!

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Justin said…
Got a visual on Ben now. Good to put a face to your emails.

And who is Sam and Becca. can't place them...
Fri May 19, 06:24:00 am AEST
Megs said…
Sam is my little bro, who would've been a very cute 5 year old when we were in arts at sydney uni together. He is now all grown up and married to lovely Becca.
Fri May 19, 10:33:00 am AEST
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