Today our daughter turned six.

“When exactly?” the Girl asked during breakfast.

“About an hour and forty-one minutes ago,” K laughed. It seems that little more than that hour and forty-some minutes has passed since then — certainly not six years. Certainly not 2,191 days. In hours, it seems even more daunting: 52,594.

Our day ended with the Polish community’s traditional Christmas pageant. The Girl played an angel, and K and the Boy were Mary and Jesus — a Baby Jesus who already sits and claps, and squeals.

And so the Christmas season feels as if it’s officially begun.

The performance from 2011 is here.
The performance from 2010 is here.