Kathleen turned twelve this week. Incidentally, William turned 18 months this week. So if we had been in the US, this Sunday I would have my oldest going to her first week of Young Women's and my youngest going to his first week of nursery. But as we are in Uzbekistan, my oldest came to the adult's class and so did my youngest. It's strange to have my oldest be twelve, that great dividing line (at least in Mormon culture) between a child and a young woman. Over the past year I've seen that transition happening, which has been a ...
