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the story of a drummer's wife, a first time mom & everything in-between…

the thomas’…or thomas’s…no….thomass’

whichever, happy wedding to our good friends, nathan & leslie thomas; who tied the knot on saturday!

nathan has been daniel’s best friend since high school (and was in our wedding) and leslie & i were roomies for 8 or so months back in 2007/2008. they are now blistfully happy in mexico. ah, the beach…i’m jealous!

short & sweet post; just wanted to share some pictures.

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