Random Abby

The Morning of her last Poem Party "A Dreadful Mistake" (the poem not the day)

Growing so lovely.  And as usual, with such grace.  *Pun not intended.  Here she is WITH Grace, only an illustration of how lovely she is to those younger than her.

Poppa Days.  Once a week since she was born pretty much.  They've evolved from adventure to adventure, but I love that she'll have the same memories I did with my dad (once a week going to Bob's Big Boy might not seem a good comparison but for ME food is better than toys).

The first night we had our things at the new house Abby decorated her room with her jewelry