Happy Birthday, Shira
Eleven years ago, at exactly 3:35 p.m., my daughter, Shira was born. I know it was 3:35 because at 3:30 my mother -in-law called to ask if I was "done yet."
We named her "Shira," Hebrew for song, so that she would be upbeat and happy the rest of her life. And so far, it's worked. Shira is my Tigger (see below). She's bouncy fun and rarely lets "the bad stuff" (as she puts it) get her down.
Tomorrow, more on marketing. But today, happy birthday, Shira. Keep singing your happy song. It's too cool for words.
