When I look at old pictures of me, I laugh and see my daughters.

I see Annie’s rear:

blowing on a thistle

I see their quizzical smiles:

me, under a year

and chunky knees:

me, under a year

me, 1ish

I look at how much I loved my brother, and hope my kids feel the same way about each other:


after school

I hope they have amazing friends like I do, friends that are so patient and kind, who would wait until the end of the world for their friend to be ready to feel again.

I want my children to be as lucky as me…because even when I seem like I take it all for granted I don’t, not even for one second.

If I didn’t I have my friends, I wouldn’t have me. I am so thankful.