Dear Ruthie, I don’t know if you will remember this birthday in the long run. Maybe you will remember it well, or maybe sort of. Or maybe not at all. Let me tell you about the day. You have turned five years old. Five! In five years, you have: lived in two states (New Hampshire and Indiana), traveled to nine more (Vermont, Maine, Massachusetts, Illinois, Iowa, Texas, Tennessee, Florida, and Ohio). You have sat in on graduate school lectures where I was a student and undergraduate classes that I was teaching. You have lived in three homes, including the house we just bought, where your great grandparents lived their final years. You have taken art classes and ballet. We have read together The Fellowship…