10.



Grace,

You turned 10 last week and I'm just now posting it.  Not because it wasn't an important birthday, but because we've been so busy getting used to all the free time that is summer vacation.

By 9 AM this morning, you've already read a few chapters, eaten, gotten dressed, written in your journal, and sketched birds for an hour.  When Dad found this nest, you told us immediately about the cowbird, and how this mother finch would foster and care for that egg as her own; you read about that somewhere once.  I'm so glad you got to see it under your own porch.

Happy (belated) Birthday, my lovely golden girl.