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I think that Lucy looks just like my mom. I think that my mom doesn't look as much like my mom, she's so fit and trim. I took this at our tea party back in May.


Annie said…
I like this picture, and Lucy always looks familiar to me, but her lips and huge, adorable smile are all her own! Where'd she get them from anyway. I think they're Tates.
Anyway,God put together an adorable little girl, didn't He?!
Sandy said…
Talk about catch-up. May?!!? And your mom does look amazing! And Lucy does look adorable. xo.
Annie said…
Thanks, Sandy! And better late than never, eh?
MomZup said…
Annie does look amazing! Love you, Annie. Lucy is just adorable. . .always has been and always will be. Glad she has her long wavy hair back. . .great picture.
abigail said…
I think Lucy looks like you. I think you look like your Mom. So, therefore, I think Lucy looks like your Mom.

Your mom is beautiful, and Lucy, as always, is a beauty herself.

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