Ah, here we are again—looking at my insides!
I’m here to remind you that six years ago today, this happened:
I’m pleased to report that my scarring (both emotional and physical! Whee!) is minimal, and my souvenir is now a beautiful six-year-old named Harper Rose.
Harper is intelligent, considerate, and creative. AND, if you look closely, you’ll notice that she enjoys giving off that Subtle Rock Star vibe.
Every year we let Harper decide where to have dinner on her birthday. This evening we’ll be dining Beastie Boys style at White Castle.
Happy Birthday, Harper Rose! (And happy birthday to you, too, Harper Lee!)
I want a Fluid Pudding Regular to win this one!