Oct 16, 2022 - pictures tell the story

These pictures tell the story of our day or weekend no words needed... 
Ryanne and Aaron were hanging out with Grammie and Grumpa for dinner. 

Colleen and Cary were hanging out with this cutie and her family.



Savanna and her guy were watching some wrestling.

Hosanna and family were out enjoying nature.

Carrie, Shantel, Mary, EmmaLece and Zoey were wedding dress searching.

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