When I turned 18, my Mom tracked down an antique Chinese box. It was made of dark polished wood and I’ve used it ever since to hold letters and other keepsakes I wanted to hold onto. It’s one of those things I’ll hold onto forevz, but other than that – I can’t tell you anything about my eighteenth birthday. I remember a friend of mine bringing me cake to school, but that’s about it.

January came around and Sarah’s birthday got closer but we all hit a roadblock – SB is impossible to shop for and is notoriously tight lipped about her wishes. Mom wanted to get her a session with a local photographer, since all her friends are separating for college soon – and the idea of that totally freaked out Sarah. So I told her since I’d be home for her birthday anyways, I’d take her picture.

We all corralled downtown at 4-ish, went walkin’ in search of some pretty backgrounds + here’s what we ended up with:
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^ SB was a good sport and let Libz come alongImage^ and then they dropped her on the ground

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^ She is so darn purty.
At dinner last night Mom told her she hides her blue eyes behind her glasses – AND IT’S SO TRUE!

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^ I made these “where the wild things are”-esque crowns and forced everyone to wear them ;)

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^ my favorite one of the day

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^ every year for her birthday SB asks for pumpkin cake, which is like Mom’s pumpkin bread in a really big bundt cake. Anyone who’s my/Sarah/Libby’s friend has had Maj’s pumpkin bread and they can attest for it’s ridiculousdeliciousness. We ate Mario’s for dinner and then had pumpkin cake with homemade orange-y cream cheese frosting. HOW CAN I NOT LOVE COMING HOME? Back to Orlando in t-minus two hours & back to the school/work grind with my first test on Wednesday night :(((

Indecisive this week y’all: I’ve been playing these two on repeat for days

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