Happy Birthday, Verity

Six years ago, today, a red-faced, bird-legged baby came into the world. She was the first child in her family to be born at a decent hour. She grew into a tough little chick because her older brother was a holy terror. She loved sweet potatoes and turned an alarming shade of orange. Her hair was reminiscent of Eunice Burns', around age 3. She likes to sing really, really loud county music, and borrow other people's clothes.

Happy Birthday, Verity!