Saturday's child. Five days early. Seven pounds, nine ounces. Ten fingers, ten toes. Jet black hair. See what happens when you're fed on milk and kisses and given room to grow....
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Happy Birthday to my baby. Twelve today.
Today will bring me sunshine because you are here xo
UPDATE: Twelve...