Through all the hubbub and and the pandemonium and the chaos and the
drum und strang of Thanksgiving, and all the joy and the love and the fabulousness and the, you know,
everything, that it brings . . .
. . . well, in the midst of all that, our girl -- our goddaughter girl -- turned 21.
21!
We've had lots of fabulous times with our Girl Erin . . .
. . . she was one of those pip-squeaks you just wanted to hang out with . . .
. . . and so hang out we do . . .
. . . whenever we have half a chance.
They're okay by me.
A pipsqueak no longer, our girl is now 21, and in college, and more awesome and fabulous than ever.
Happy Birthday, our Darling Girl.
7 comments:
How lovely. thanks for the homage to our little bear cub. xoxoxo
Love this... Our sweet Er-Bear... mom
the new "prove you're not a robot" is impossible...
Well, Mom. If you can't *prove* you're not a robot.......
E.
21?! Dang. That is fabulous. No more fake IDs for Erin!
I've never heard the Er-Bear moniker before, love it. We have a Mer-bear ;)
xoxo,
Beth
Aw, Er Bear! Such a lovely creature.
Happy Belated birthday, darling.
I think it's pretty cool that mom's a robot.
xoxo
Jacquie
:) xoxoxo
oh and I agree with grammy, the standards for being non-robotic are getting ridiculous...
Thank you Er-Bear, you're the most mature one in this group... love, grammy
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