And so it came to pass on the appointed day in February, in the Year Of Our Lord 2017, that the eldest of my children, she who sprang first from my womb, who is called Laurent (and sundry other nicknames too many and varied to recount in this space) did pack up her belongings and get herself gone from my domicile, with abundant help and assistance from siblings, grandparents, and yay, verily, even her father and myself; for she did think it good and right that she should go out into the world and begin her life as an independent and fully self-sufficient adult.
And we agreed, and behold, it was very good.
Pics of the day.
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