Maggie, your comment on my blog tonight made me want to weep in gratitude. Since I'm just so damn "hard" right now, I didn't weep, but I closed my eyes and sent you love (and that little baby inside of you) and then I felt softened.
Delightfully fun!!! Maggie you always surprise us with your blog. I never can anticipate what you will write or share...having not been to any weddings this year I was happy to at least see this! Thank you for putting a smile on my face.
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Maggie, your comment on my blog tonight made me want to weep in gratitude. Since I'm just so damn "hard" right now, I didn't weep, but I closed my eyes and sent you love (and that little baby inside of you) and then I felt softened.
Thank you.
(and I love this wedding dance -- awesome!)
Elizabeth I am so truly grateful to have run across you here. Your voice gives me something necessary that I value. XOXOXO
Love these photos! Wish I had some like these of my own wedding dance!
These photos made me all warm and fuzzy.
:)
Dancing at weddings should be mandatory. Love these pics, Maggie!
i adore it.
So sweet!
Yes. They will dance through life with fierce abandon.
Oh my gosh - these pictures are WONDERFUL Maggie. I just went through everything the photographer had posted...stunning, beautiful, love...
Beautiful photos.
Pearl
I'm going to dance with my husband, tonight. Just beautiful!
xoSherry
Delightfully fun!!! Maggie you always surprise us with your blog. I never can anticipate what you will write or share...having not been to any weddings this year I was happy to at least see this! Thank you for putting a smile on my face.
Wow that dress is beautiful!
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