Tonight over dinner, Katherine asked me if I'd noticed anything unusual about the front door. I asked if she'd made a decoration that was hanging on the door. "Yes," she said. I told her that I would look at it after dinner.
What I found was an erasable slate hanging from the doorknob with, as best I can tell, the following:T T2I04H I SI told her that it was very impressive, and asked her what it said. "Night is the beautifulest," she said proudly and went off to play.