One sweet little girlie was turning eight, so we beckoned her friends “don’t be late.”
We giggled and played and ate a flower pot cake, and of course...
there were wee gardens for us all to make.
One sweet little girlie was turning eight, so we beckoned her friends “don’t be late.”
We giggled and played and ate a flower pot cake, and of course...
there were wee gardens for us all to make.
One fairy fine day, we threw a party in the wee garden.