Halina had her birthday classroom celebration today. She was interviewed by Mme. Gigi, who flew in all the way from Paris (her amazing teacher). I brought in a snack of frozen grapes and pineapple. Luke was there. Everyone created a page for her birthday book.

Tonight as I put on shoes for my late night exercise class, she begged me not to go. Then I got a little weepy realizing that when I saw her again she'd be seven.

Birthdays. Not always so easy. A little scary, a little tender. Then new, good stuff happens and you snap out of it. Right? Right. It's happening already.

Looking over her birthday book tonight.

Halina, I couldn't be more proud or grateful. xox.