the end of a birthday

Shortly after going to bed last night Gracie got up to go to the bathroom (in every way, my daughter). I was folding laundry in my room and asked her to come in. We sat together at the end of the bed, I read her this special classic that a wonderful blog friend had sent to me (thank you!) and I took these pictures.

Now We Are Six

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

– AA Milne