So, she turns one today.

One year ago, I pounded and hollered and labored her into this world and my world has been pounded and hollered and labored ever since.

Somehow it seems fitting that all that pounding and hollering would give rise to a drum party.

“Nora Lea’s Rhythm Nation,” we called it.

I planned to throw her a Solid Gold birthday party, since it was her golden birthday.