Thursday, October 13, 2011
Florist
Calla is in love with flowers. Everywhere we go we have to stop and smell/pick/feel the flowers. She comes home with a handful of flowers to make arrangements daily. I asked her if she wanted to run a flower shop when she grows up so now everyday she asked me if she is grown up yet. She gets sad when I tell her not yet and then she tries to convince me that she is almost as tall as me. Where did my baby Calla girl go?
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You have been up to too much fun! I wish we had gorgeous seasons like you have up there. Nothing but dead and brown here. I can't believe you survived that long with all six girls. You are amazing! Glad Darnell could come in to help you out!
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