I'm always amazed by the fact that a baby's breath is still so innocent and sweet. It doesn't have that little kid funk to it; it just smells like purity and innocence. I know it won't always be that way, so I'm trying to savor it while I can. That's got to be why they named the flower babies breath.
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Hey Liza! I found you through Jana's blog. It's great to get a little glimpse of you here!
Sara
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