This year on the birthday of our sweet Clara Jane, I decided my feelings would be best expressed in a song, from the motion picture “Fiddler on the Roof”.

Is this the little girl I carried?

Is this the little girl at play?

I don’t remember growing older
When did they?

When did she get to be a beauty?

When did she grow to be so tall?

Wasn’t it yesterday that they were small?

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset