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Gotcha Day!

Today's the day! Carly is ours FOREVER!!!!!! The judge signed that paper today that makes Carly ours, and we couldn't be happier! It feels a little unreal! For now I'm going to post a picture from the judge's chambers. I plan to compile a little history, summary type thing and post it soon.
Oh happy day!

Carly helping sign the finalization:

The newly minted family with Courtney, our agency rep, and Judge Young:


BrandonJordan said…
Congratulations Sarah! Im so happy for you and can truly see why you deserve Carly through those pictures. Your face shows absolute love, but not just you Josh and Eric too :). Today is a perfect day, but only the start of many more! CONGRATULATIONS! ITS A GIRL!!!!!!
llegue said…
Yea!!!!!!Now on to the blessing and sealing!!! Do fill us in with details!!!
Jamie Lyn said…
Hey Tarios, that is great!!! We are so excited for you! Let me know if you want me to get her a nice frilly dress for her sealing in the temple it would be such a plesure for me.We hope to hear from you soon! Love jamie bud kadin ethan and alex
Lacey said…
Sarah, thats wonderful! I cried for joy. I know it's been so hard on you guys. You all are glowing in the pictures! Congratulations!
Tami said…
Hey, sweetie! Congratulations! I'm so excited for you guys! (It's about darn time, eh?) YAY! YAY! YAY! :)
(BTW - Carly looks ADORABLE!)

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