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a ballerina birthday

Three years ago I held you for the first time...a wrinkly pink
bundle snuggled near my heart. Your dimpled smile was so sweet...

but I must admit, I never imagined myself with a little girl.
I've always been kinda tom-boyish...playing sports with the guys. Not exactly dainty...
3 rough & tumble boys is what I'd always pictured myself with...

Then you came along. With your passion for all things girl"ish". A lover of sparkly shoes & mommy's makeup. Telling other kids that your name is Cinderella...as you strut your stuff in a tutu!

And suddenly I can't picture myself without a little girl.


So happy ballerina birthday!

Mommy loves you TOO much!

Comments

Anonymous said…
AH!! Oh my goodness she's SOOO CUTE!!! For the record, I can't imagine myself without that adorable little niece of mine! *sigh*....*bigger sigh!* How I miss them...
February 8, 2008 at 11:19 AM
Danielle said…
She is a cutie patootie! And all she wanted for her b-day was to be a ballerina...and go to Chuckee Cheese! :O)

The latter is waiting for me to have more energy!

xoxo...study hard!

...danielle
February 8, 2008 at 11:38 AM
JSmith5780 said…
Is she a Feb 7th baby? That's too weird. My Ben & Connor are Feb 7th and if you follow the link from their birthday post you'll see our IS friend Cami has a Feb 7th birthday. I know a bunch of people with aFeb 7th b-day and not a one that shares mine.

I wish I had some pink in my house :(
February 12, 2008 at 9:45 AM
Danielle said…
LOL Jen...pink is cute!

Okay...so no she's not a 7th babe...I'm just a bad mommy and didn't get around to posting her pics til' the 7th. But she's not that far off...the 2nd. My mom's the 8th...and I'm the 22nd. The girls have officially claimed the month of love in our home! :O)

...danielle
February 12, 2008 at 4:35 PM
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