Happy Father's Day

To all dads, everywhere - but especially my husband, and my father-in-law -
 
Happy Father's Day!
 
XOXO,
Sarah

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Amanda said…
You have Fathers Day in September? How neat!
September 6, 2009 at 9:45 PM
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