Happiest of birthdays to our nine-year-old gal, who woke up in a good mood for the first time evah (she's not much of a morning person), let me fix her hair half-up, half-down, and voluntarily shared some of her goodies with her Bubba, straight out of her Birthday Bag.
That's a pretty good start to the last single-digit year, if I may say so myself.
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