My girls. The women of my life. Today is your day.
No American celebrates Women’s Day. It’s not in my blood. I can’t tell you when it is like I can explain the date of Thanksgiving or tell you when swimming pools general open (i.e., Memorial Day). And so I’m prone to forget. I remembered in Polska only because I saw all males buying flowers that day and I heard about it in school.
Still, seven years in Poland — I should remember.
If I could sing you a song, I would. As it is, Peter will have to suffice.
Maybe year…
Shaking the Tree
Shaking the Tree (Maybe not all the lyrics are applicable. Still, the chorus…)
I’m off to put a reminder in Google Calendar.
The Girl began doing it in Poland, as we were standing outside the church, waiting to go in for her baptismal Mass. Everyone was fretting about this and that — Will the Girl be able to sit that long? Will she remain calm when taken to the altar? Will the loud singing upset her? — when L calmly walked over to the tripod and began taking pictures of everyone.
