She’s getting so big, so fast.
Last Friday she wore a bra for a portion of the day. Our
lifeguard friend stopped by to say hello and commented on how big she has
gotten while he's been at college. I was
able to respond, “Yeah, she’s even wearing a bra now.” Maisie was quick to show him.
Last night she pranced around the house in a wedding gown,
complete with a veil and gloves. It later got twisted up the training wheel of her bike, but we got it untangled without too much fuss. I must
be hormonal because I couldn’t quit picturing her down the road as a real bride and it was all I could do
keep from either bawling or signing her up to become a nun.
She asked me if I’d marry her, but I told her it would be
better to ask daddy instead.
He said 'yes'.
I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
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Mike looks slightly uncomfortable with this. The plant pedestal under Grandma Cakes' Wedding Portrait- the obviously place to pose for this picture. I just love this little woman. |
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