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Olive, the lady I help from the retirement center made Shea’s cake for her 7th birthday. It turned out pretty good, from the look of the cake plates at the end of the night.
As I was driving home with the cake I started remember the years of birthday cakes that were made by my grandma. White fluffy cakes with cool-whip and strawberries all over it. Shut up, I made myself cry.

I got her that ‘get up’ for her birthday. She loved it. Pink and crazy…just like my baby girl.
She loved the feather fan & pink purse (that I scored in the clearance center for $2.20 at Target)

She got a ‘baby Bratz’ doll. She hugged the box and then used the bag as a hat.

Miss Lisa, my beautiful friend that I love oodles and oodles, got Shea a beta fish. She has always wanted a fish and what ever Shea wants, Miss Lisa gets her…because according to Miss Lisa, Shea is a perfect angel. Her perfect angel.

Shea couldn’t figure out what to name her new fish until we were on our way home talking about fish names and then Shea says, “parlez-vous le français ”
Kara said, “That means, ‘do you speak french?’ you can’t name your fish THAT!”

Shea named her fish, parlez-vous le français. Of course she pronounces it, ‘polly fru fran-say’

I hope all your wishes come true baby-girl.