Rebecca woke up this morning at the farm, stood on the bed, and declared “I’m Big!”
She’s right; Somehow it’s her third birthday. Not quite sure how that happened. We started celebrating by letting her pick as many tomatoes as she wanted. We’ve just arrived back in the city and apparently that means she wants sushi for dinner. Who am I to question these things?
Dawn says
Happy birthday Rebecca!
Meryl says
The girl’s got good taste! Happy Birthday to Miss Rebecca!