Deutschland: She Doesn't Get it From Me.

Hosting isn't on my list of top ten most treasured activities. Party planning is definitely not my passion. My go-to-comfort-level motto less is more doesn't exactly shout, "LET ME PLAN A GINORMOUS SHIN DIG!" In a pinch, I can pull through. But afterward I'm altogether wasted, and long weekends on remote islands sipping daiquiris are required for my introverted nerves to properly recoup. My Pinterest boards sit woefully neglected and my craft supplies remain tidy in their cabinet year after year begging to be transformed into some adorable thing to which I firmly reply, "Sorry, but um, no."

Not. Gonna. Happen.

So, when I say she dosen't get it from me, it's no joke.

Because oh, my sweet, darling girl, Jayla. She spent days worth of hours planing and preparing and Pinteresting for a party she wanted to throw for our family and her grandparents. The girl worked her tail off for a month and asked to purchase NOthing, except for food. All decorations were handmade and dutifully slaved over with items found around the house.

It was such a special time enjoying the fruits of 13 year old angel of a girl's labor. Seriously. That one is a keeper.

I was too busy and distracted helping her to pull out my real camera and get some quality pictures, but how I wish I had! Maybe she'll do it again next year, just for me to photograph. How 'bout it Jayla?

There were decorations: