I mean, how can you not love that sweet face?
She's like a mini-me, well, she's like a mini-every-Rose-granddaughter-that-has-been-born!
Ahh, the power of genetics.
On our way to go visit her, Wyatt picked a bag of his bounty to take to Miss Priss' grandma.
He's so proud of how much his tomato plants are producing!


Lawd have mercy, I love to hear this little angel sing!
It's hard to look back and believe she was ever this small.
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