and I'll cry if I want to.
Actually, it was Kirsten's party and this is what happened when I told Jemma it wasn't hers. She did however perk up nicely when I told her it doesn't have to be your birthday to get a piece of the cake. Oh I know my baby girl so well:
And what could be better than an orange slice cake (and a wine glass o' Gatorade)?
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Oh! I want a daughter (or two or three . . .) love these girlie posts!
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