I have yet to share the details of Birthdaypalooza, (which, of course, included lots of kisses and lots and lots of cake. And cupcakes.) like the fact that we spent my birthday weekend in New York City. It was magic. Or, as some may say, it was the icing on the cupcake. It was the perfect day. This year, my birthday meant ...
“Welcome to our world…”
"The tutu corner. The life-sized giraffe. The enchanted garden alcove. The giant dollhouse. The pink poodle rocking horse. The princesses. She lives in FAO Schwartz!" -My sister, on the baby's nursery. (It is pretty darn magical, if I do say so myself. But, then again, so it she.)
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