Someone turned three years old while we were in Tennessee.
She celebrated in style with a fancy party hat, a singing Opry lunch and a special bracelet from Brother.
(May I just mention that while you must be five to use permanent markers at our house, three is the year for glitter glue pens.)
A proper birthday post will follow . . . as soon as I find my head in one of these suitcases and securely fashion it to my shoulders. Maybe with glitter glue.)
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