Party preparations are underway. EB asks a dozen times a day whether she will be three tomorrow, really and truly, as if her birthday will disappear unless she's vigilant. The temperature has dropped to frigid, but the sun shone beautifully this morning on the rough ice covering the pond. We watched one small girl with a braid almost the length of her body as she darted around on tiny white skates -- I cannot wait to buy a pair for myself and start practicing.
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