Little Miss Sunshine.
Our Annabel June.
This sweet girl of mine has gone ahead and got all big on me. It is going to take me a while to recover, but in the meantime let's take a look at a few photos of a little girl whooooo graduated from preschool this week.
All of the kiddos were so cute. They sang, played instruments and sang some more for a captive, adoring audience. The Pastor of the church where the preschool is located said that this class gave the most hugs of any class in the history of the school. I thought that was pretty much the sweetest thing ever. :)
Here she is receiving what I hope is only the first of many degrees of her precious life....
The preschool had a small reception after. Cupcakes and milk of the plain, chocolate and strawberry varieties.
Yes indeed. Look whooooo's graduated. She was so happy that day. "Mommy, are you so proud of me that I graduated?" was all she kept repeating. "Yes baby, SO proud!" I would reply. Then the biggest smile you have ever seen would follow. All I want to know is how I am going to ever let you go? Good gracious my girl....I refuse to even think about it.
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The last few days around here have been crazy fun. Well, crazy and fun. A really dear friend of mine, Heather, came to visit this week. She brought her two kiddos, one whose is good friends with my Faith, and we have spent the last two days catching up. They are staying with other friends for the next two nights, but we are all heading to the zoo together in the morning. I never realize how much I miss her since she has moved away until I see her again. We have the best talks. Love you Heather. Can't wait until we come out to the farm this summer!
In other news, I got a tee vee in my bedroom today! I have dreamed of this day for almost 10 years. It has satellite hook-up and a dvr(that I got for freeee!). If you are one of those people who think tv's in the bedroom are a big mistake, please keep that info to yourself and don't ruin my happiness. ;)
Let me figure that out on my own.









