How does a Pickle turn 3?
With a sausage and chocolate-chip pancake breakfast out on the town, that's how.
Oi. That grin. School pictures promise to be entertaining.
And for dessert? A rainbow, polka-dot birthday cake, of course.
My Lilly Pickle,
To think that you were not part of our plan boggles my mind. I cannot imagine this life without my Lilly Pad. Which just proves that God is a much better author of Our Story than we could ever be. I am so glad He wrote you into our lives. You make me laugh every single day. And you give the best squeezy hugs. I love you, Pickley. Happy Birthday.
Kisses & Squeezy Hugs,
Mama
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