Happy 6 Month Birthday, Avery Grace!!

There once was a girl who was very alone.

She met a boy, they fell in love, and got married.

The girl found out she was going to have a baby.

She was very scared.

The girl didn't know what it would be like to be a mommy.

She didn't think she would make a very good mommy.

As the baby grew, the girl started getting very excited.

Until it was time for the baby to come.

Her name was Avery Grace.

The girl didn't know what unconditional love meant until that day.

Avery grew, every day. She learned how to do new things.

She learned to sit up by herself.

She learned to pick things up with her hands.

She learned how to smile and laugh.

She learned how to try new foods.

She learned how to play.

Now, Avery is 6 months old.

Her mommy could not even imagine her life without her.

Her mommy thinks time is going by too fast.

Her mommy loves her so much more every day...

and shows her off to her friends...

and loves and hugs and kisses her as much as she can.

Avery is the most wonderful blessing in her mommy's life.

And her mommy is happy.

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