Mary at 13

You can call her a teenager, but I’d leave the stereotypes aside. At 13, she’s simply, wonderfully, delightfully Mary.

My little girl can’t handle crowds, so when the stress of narrowing down her guest list became too great, she simply decided to hold a party for the little Linkouses. The cake, the games, the food, the Cinderella decor… all her.

Cinderella Bingo.Buttons as decor.
And her own ruffly cake.

She pulled out the bingo game again the next day for her actual birthday and her obliging brothers (and Heather) played along.

She’s delighted with her baby mouse in a high chair,

one last American Girl doll and a promise to help paint her room.

Happy Birthday darling girl.