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.