You’re mommy’s little girl, to have and hold.
I spent a beautifully sunny, Autumn afternoon with this little lady, in their garden in Chelsea, London, in preparation for the most wonderful time of the year: Christmas. Dressed in her finest, and decked with giant baubles, Berenice was the epitome of effortless gorgeousness.
You’re the end of my rainbow, my pot of gold.
You’re mommy’s little girl, to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are.
You’re mommy’s bright and shining star.
You’re sugar, you’re spice,
You’re everything nice,
And you’re mommy’s little girl.
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