Avery thought we were leaving her behind.
It is YOU that is leaving US behind.
You told me tonight that, when you grow up, you want to be a doctor, a fisherwoman, a scientist, and a harp player
I would like to add to your list: clothing designer.
Lucy, I will miss the tender you-ness that sweetens this home just enough. I will miss the many outfits you design a day and parade in through the house (and sometimes to the store). But, I am comforted by our after school conversation today:
As you sat, finishing the unfinished lunch you packed home, "Lucy, at school, you'll have to just remember to finish your lunch because I won't be there to remind you."
"But, you ARE there, Mom!"
"Yes, you are there in my head. I can hear in my brain you are saying, 'Lucy, finish your lunch'".
I'm so glad I'm in your head when you're not in my arms. I love, Lucy. I love, you.