She turned sixteen. Charles and I made breakfast...chocolate croissants, bacon, eggs and hot chocolate...we brought it all on a tray to her bedroom with a dozen pink roses. I cried and couldn't finish the Happy Birthday song. During the day people came over; people who love Anne. Charles had class that night so we didn't start the party until 8:30 at night. The six of us sat at the table for dinner, then cake, then presents. The best part of the day, for me, was after all of the partyings were done and I was cleaning up. Anne stayed. She stayed at the table and talked and talked, just to me, all about her day and the things on her mind. I love her like crazy.
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That makes me cry. She is beautiful!
Just found your blog. I love the way you celebrate the simple joys of life.
Looks like a fabulous birthday. Anne is beautiful. How lucky you are! :)
Oh Erica, she is sixteen. How could this be? She is lovely.
i hope you guys had a great day. i miss you all, can i come and visit you one day? she is lucky to have you.
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