Somehow, some way, we have survived Queenie’s Wild Ride for seven years now. It’s been intense. It’s been difficult. And we’re still going, at breakneck speed, whipping around the turns, up hill and down, occasionally queasy, often terrified, and loving every minute of it.

This is what seven looks like.

A slightly blurry and dim mix of cupcakes and cold shrimp. Yep. That’s seven all right.

And in Hello Kitty and you’re as ready as you’re going to get.

My favorite part? Teaching her all about irony.

I love you Queenie.