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Family love



I have a big, crazy, family.
We are all quite different and unique. And I love it.
I can't wait to see these people starting TOMORROW!

First stop, the Schloemers. Including . . .
Mom and Dad Schloemer
Jennifer (and fiance Chris)
Zoe
Halle
Jeremy
Jenell.

Second stop, the Tiemeyers. Including . . .
Jenny and Dad Tiemeyer
Lisa
Brandon
Manny
John
Steven
(Sadly no Chris this year).

This is my family (and of course Jeffrey).
They are some of the most important people in the world to me and I love them all dearly.

Merry Christmas! I'll post pictures of my time home after the new year =)

~SheriLynn

P.S. Jeffrey gave me my christmas present last night . . . photography lessons! Best. Present. Ever. Soooo Excited!

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