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Personal Narrative: My Baby Shower
Jessie James Decker was treated to a beautiful baby shower from her sister Sydney over the weekend. The country singer and husband Eric Decker announced last March that they were expecting their second child.

Jessie shared a photo via Instagram on Saturday, "I am SO blessed and lucky and just taken back to have this girl right here as my sister! She planned this entire shower, from invites, to gift bags, to decorations, to the games to running everything!!!" she wrote. "I can't thank you enough @sydneyraeface for what you do for me."

The shower featured some treats and desserts including from Royal Flair Events. It also includes some gift bags with a variety of products such as Living Royal socks, Faithful Scents candles and skincare favorites hand-picked by her sister Sydney. …show more content…
Celebrating baby Decker and my beautiful sister
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