Nineteen

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Yesterday was my daughter's nineteenth birthday. Here are some pictures of her with her boyfriend who is now in Afghanistan. And her with her father before a horse show. Riding horses, working with horses, being with horses, is her life and love. Well besides Ryan and her family.

She's a wonderful dedicated young woman full of compassion and care and drive. Oh, and Ryan comes home for "vacation" in a month. (How does one go on "vacation" from combat and a war zone?)....

Comments

Barbara B. said…
sounds like a wonderful birthday -- and your daughter is beautiful!
8/31/2007 9:40 PM
Elaine (aka...Purple) said…
Absolutely a wonder-full day
8/31/2007 9:50 PM
RevDrKate said…
She is very beautiful, thanks for sharing her birthday with us.
8/31/2007 9:56 PM
Jan said…
Birthdays are such joys to celebrate. Thank you for sharing your lovely daughter with us. I'd like the recipe for that raspberry mousse cake!
9/01/2007 7:29 AM
Unknown said…
What a beautiful daughter you have, and she has a handsome boyfriend. Happy birthday to her. What a great celebration you all had.
9/01/2007 4:47 PM
Unknown said…
What a lovely daughter!
9/01/2007 6:35 PM
Lori said…
A gorgeous girl. And obviously tied at the heart to horses. Happy birthday to her. And God Bless her sweetie!
9/01/2007 8:14 PM
Gannet Girl said…
What an absolutely gorgeous girl!

Seems like we have a number of end of summer babies around here!
9/01/2007 8:31 PM
Diane M. Roth said…
yes, what a wonderful party! Happy birthday to her!
9/01/2007 10:28 PM
Terri said…
thank you everyone. unfortunately I did not make the birthday cake, so no recipe to share...
9/02/2007 6:32 AM
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