My girl. My niece.
We we celebrated her eleventh birthday this week. My dad grilled up some chicken, my mom whipped up some delicious guacamole, and her dad got her a Monster High cake. I heard the cake was good, I managed to stay away from it and the tortillas. Yay me.
She looked happy, which doesn't seem to happen often enough.
I don't see her enough as I'd like, and I'm working on changing that.
Happy Birthday baby girl. I love you.