The Ripe Young Age of Five

It was Prentiss’ fifth birthday! She walked around, shaking her head, saying, “Can you even believe I’m FIVE?”photo(4)

Now, as you might imagine, I’m not much of a store-bought cake kind of a person.  But weeks ago, I was at the store with Prentiss and she saw this princess cake.  She had to have it- and, thinking that the one we saw that day was the only princess cake in the world, she reminded me every day to call and reserve it for her birthday. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that princess cakes are probably about a dime a dozen- it turned out to be pretty special anyhow.

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