I’m starting to think that the kids’ birthdays are harder on me than my own, consistently reminding me that I’m getting old. It wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t come up so very often.
The latest installment: Emma’s 8th birthday on Friday. It was a subdued affair–presents, Boston Market for dinner, and a homemade ice cream cake for dessert. She is funny.
She loves it when all eyes are on her
Left-handed golf clubs for our only lefty
We can all agree that this gymnastics outfit is a bit tight
Emma loves her some Boston Market
Cakes by Madysen
Success with the 7 and soccer ball candles
