The Duncan Family: a true johnson girl

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

a true johnson girl

"A true Johnson girl!" Vera's Great Grandma Johnson owns more jewelry than anyone I know. It is a passion of hers and it has trickled down all the way to Miss V! She got into my jewelry box today and had a blast. I better go out and get the play jewelry before she gets used to wearing Tiffany's!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...: Poor daddy! How could you resist that sweet pea? I can't! I hope she doesn't ask Pappa for diamonds.
Love,
Pappa Norm; Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Anonymous said...: She already knows that Diamonds
are a girl's best friend. And she
looks so serious while she tries
everything on!

Luv G-Ma Dreyer in Florida; Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Jason and Carrie said...: How cute are those pictures! I'm sure Great Grandma J will appreciate them!; Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Jess said...: that's our girl!; Thursday, February 28, 2008

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