02 September 2009

Vive la Piper!
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

3 comments:

Casey said...

Adorable!

Jill said...

LOL!

Mamacita said...

So pretty!