This post is a little late, but I wanted to record this annual memory. Every year towards the end of Nov. my taste buds start craving the sweet yummy taste of oranges. Now before I got married I would just drive myself to the market or the grocery store and pick up some. But Tyler quickly taught me that store bought oranges are nothing compared to freshly picked navels. And it's true...
Ever since I went and picked my oranges and I have never been able to buy them from the store.
This girl is our tree-climber
Father and daughter
I spy Blake...
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