This is the story of two dresses. It's a short story. Sarah gave my Mommy two delicious antique dresses to choose one for my blessing. Mommy chose one. The other sat in the closet and she loved it. She thought I couldn't wear it because everyone would inadvertently think it was my blessing. Then one Sunday she decided hey, it doesn't really matter.

So today I am wearing all white - I look beautiful despite the bumps on my face. Mommy put a black bow in my hair just to balance things out. OH and by the way I have cute fat thighs with scrumptious rolls.