Tea time

She bounded in the back door a few weeks ago after returning home from a birthday party. Thrilled with her spoils, she showed me each and every party favor as she recounted details from the event. It was a tea party…but what they really should have called it was a "this-is-every-little-6-year-old's-fancy-dream-dress -up-that-she'll-talk-about-for-weeks-party." In fact, after listening to all of the excitment, I was secretly wishing that I had been invited too. 😉

She was in heaven. I was blown away at the party planning. And we both decided that pictures were in order. It was a deal on both ends.