This past Saturday, Eowyn Rose arrived upon the venerable age of two. While it is often hailed as a microcosm of Dante’s Inferno, I have found the contrary to be true. Eowyn’s charming little personality and pleasantly piquant demeanor have only endeared her further. Her -family attended- birthday soiree was complete with a cinematic feature in her honor and delicate roses and whimsical fairies alighting upon every surface. Admittedly, by the close of the evening, she was quite a literally a screaming shrew (contrasting with her darling Lilly Pulitzer birthday ensemble). I believe all of the saccharine indulgences are to be blamed for her inevitable meltdown. Nevertheless, I am quite confident that the event was a “Page Six” success, and hope that by her sweet sixteen, these pictures will –at least- serve as a reminder of my most valiant efforts not to “completely ruin her life.”
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