The little boy who arrived in our home 2 years ago is now a big boy. He’s in the third and final year of full-day kindergarten complete with three meals a day and 2 snacks (as that works here and as I know because he told me “eating” is his favorite part of school). And, I’m told that the doorman there believes that his 6 months in America made him a “different kind of boy” who is more “polite and smart about the world.”
And, this sweet baby? Our little Gracie girl?
Don’t let the short hair fool you; she’s no baby anymore. She’s captivating. She’s feisty and determined and independent and wants her way. I tell Frank and Helen that it must be the American in her too.
Best of all? She melted my heart with this today.