I can remember holding my baby sister as a newborn. I was a teenager then. I remember her little baby toes, that I would paint, to match whatever color polish I was wearing at the time.
She just turned 15. We hosted a party here at home. A Quinceañera. It wasn't fancy. No ballroom, ball gowns, or limousines...but it was special.
Gaby is beautiful. And looked even more beautiful in her pretty pink dress and heels.
Our family all worked hard to get all the little details just right.
Like yummy food.
A beautiful cake (made by our cousin Xenia, the chef).
A candy bar!
Audrey wore a pretty dress also.
Most quinceañeras would skip the piñata. To feel all grown up. But not Gaby, she is her own person...and wanted a piñata.
She is the youngest of all the girls. We all love her. And sometimes still think she is our baby, the baby we all carried in our arms.
Jeremiah looks up to her. To him, she is the coolest teenager.
Happy Birthday Gaby!
You are loved!