When I look at old pictures of me, I laugh and see my daughters.
I see Annie’s rear:
I see their quizzical smiles:
and chunky knees:
I look at how much I loved my brother, and hope my kids feel the same way about each other:
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.