Beauty, grace, and love.
With a crown of flowers on her head, she danced as the sun set in the trees.
I made her the crown. I did not ask her to dance for me.
– There must have been some magic in the delicate blooms.
Their sweet perfume floated in the air and when I placed the crown on the her little head the sounds of their beauty filled her thoughts
and she danced across the lawn like a woodland fairy on midsummer’s eve.
Sneak peek from tonight.
Abbie is such a beautiful little lady!