A big day to my soon to be ten year old, a sleepover party in our house. Maybe it was these creations they made or the pizza but it's midnight and I'm still getting an occasional girl sneaking up here telling she can't sleep and it feels ill in the tummy.

Their childhood is so different from mine I often can't set myself in their position. But when daughter H carries home all the piles of books, among them the Nancy Drews, I realize not everything is different in a young girl's life now and back then. I'm quite happy about that.

Good night!