I remember the fun I had dressing my daughter when she was in first grade. I shopped at boutiques and bought the finest items that my budget would allow. I even rolled her hair up in sponge curlers so...Read More
My daughter was my first born. She was beautiful. She had my heart and apparently I had hers. She screamed and cried every time I left her at the babysitters. I cried too. I would carry guilt in my he...Read More
