My Child Bride
by Steve West on April 18, 2008
I've mentioned my wife, Brenda in numerous posts. Thought it was about time to introduce (at least her picture) her to my on-line friends. This is also the only picture to which she consented.
Four Replies to My Child Bride
Amy Austin | April 18, 2008
So that's where the original tux shot came from... (yes?)
Steve West | April 18, 2008
Yes, oh observant one.
Lori Lancaster | April 18, 2008
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Scott Hardie | April 18, 2008
Hello Brenda! You make a very happy couple. :-)