She’s 12. Next year we officially stick “teen” on the end. All of these photos were taken this week: smiling, holding puppies, eating lemon cake, riding her new bike, with her Momma wearing matching flip-flops, with her aunt and her Mawmaw. . .being a girl. Being herself. It’s been a good, good week. It’s been a GREAT 12 years.
Here she comes. . .
There she goes. . .
Happy Birthday, baby girl. I love you.