Happy Birthday, Phoebe G. Green!

I remember when you were just a fuzzy little idea in my head and your first steps as a picture book. But somehow you grew into a chapter book, and here you are now, a series on pub day! It feels like just yesterday you were that sweet little idea. I wish you a happy, flourishing, and long life. I've really enjoyed getting to know you and you continue to surprise me every day. 

So a toast to Phoebe! Now I need some champagne and a lovely dressed salad with some sliced roast duck and a bit of goat cheese crumbled on top. Maybe a small raspberry tart afterwards. Phoebe would have the same, forgoing the champagne for a little sparkling cider. Cheers, Pheebs!