Grace spent quite a while the other morning making me a birthday cake out of play-doh. She presented it to me on a tray, while singing ‘Happy Birthday’ in Spanish. Her Spanish sounded a lot more like Yiddish, and my birthday isn’t for another five months, but fine details don’t matter much to Grace. Besides, it’s the thought that counts.
Tess also made a birthday cake for me, then she pressed it to her cheek as if she were trying to soak up its heartbreaking beauty (she must have learned this from her big sister).
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