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Distracted

I've been very distracted this week for lots of reasons--John still getting adjusted to his job, me getting adjusted to my job again (mama without a nanny), Celia riding (or not riding) her horse, and my beautiful niece getting engaged and being part of the process.

I'll let you see the process . . .

 
The start of the Engagement Walk . . . Cody was up the hill waiting for Hannon . . . (the white dots in the photo is SNOW)

 
Walking up the hill trying really hard not to tell Hannon . . .


 
The hiding while the Proposal Happened . . . 

 
And here they are . . . Engaged . . . 


 
The Congratulations . . . 



 
The Family Selfie . . . BEAUTIFUL MOMENT

 
And Us with Evie . . . because it's too darling not to add to the beauty of the day


 
The Triumphant Decent (leaving the newly engaged behind)


 
And Finishing up the evening with Easter Egg dying . . . 

Isn't it beautiful?

A new beginning . . . a new start.

Spring . . . Easter Weekend . . . is the perfect time for an Engagement.  


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  1. AnonymousMarch 28, 2016 at 2:28 PM

    thank you for sharing our sons joy. What a perfect way to start an eternal family. This dad could not be happier or prouder.

    Poppi Jolley

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  2. Mom/PaulaMarch 28, 2016 at 9:09 PM

    Congratulations to Hannon and Cody. It's a brave step and sometimes a steep climb, and that's how strong, loving partnerships go and grow. And I speak from almost 49 years of experience! (Thanks for sharing the news, Mary.)
    Congratulations to Jayne and York and family too! It's a new beginning for all!
    Love and blessings,
    Paula and David Thomas
    (Parents/Grandparents to John and Mary and family.)

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