Your words move me, touch me, comfort me, support me, make me nod and smile, make me ache, make me joyful.
I have called your words perfect. Your words have helped me evolve on my own motherhood path.
Buying shoes with you in San Francisco while tiny Finley Frost was wrapped to your chest (before your flight from hell home zomg). Chicago when you physically and emotionally ached for your little one. New York when I only had a moment to tell you that your experience changed my life.
These fleeting moments with you are like the bows that occasionally get the tie the ribbons of connection I feel to your words.
I am, and I will be, forever grateful for your presence in my life, your friendship, and your support.
Much love, thank you, and Happy Birthday,
Dawn, you are so dear to me. A constant in these years of parenting and questing. Thank you for sharing yourself and your wisdom with me.
Hope the sky over your head is as blue as it is over mine.
Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]
You’re the sweetest.
And Happy Birthday, Amanda!