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Bittersweet...

On the 18th, we were given a going-away party by the planner of all parties - Amanda! It was great to see so many of our friends and to get a chance to hang out before we left for Hereford. As fun as it was, it was equally as tough to know that we would be leaving. (As I type this I have a classic Whitney Houston song in my head..."bittersweet memories, that is all I'm taking with me...so goodbye, please don't cry..." It changes into more of a love ballad after that, but please tell me you all know this song! I'm known for random songs entering my head all the time :-) Those of you who know me well can see me busting out into song right now!!! And trust me, I am!) Okay, back to the party - here are a few pics from the fun we had:
The Hoelschers and Curtis' (minus Kate)
Family Pic
Hereford Hats :-) Cow Cupcakes
Our Fun Sign Thank you Amanda for our wonderful party!

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