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  • My sister will always remember this weekend as the moment she watched her daughter's leap of faith... proud, sad, apprehensive and just a little bit jealous of youth and the opportunity to dive unapologetically into college head first. A selfish sea of learning.

    I will remember this weekend as one in a delightful series of life's smaller triumphs, significant only for the obvious love that shines whenever family comes to town. Laughter, mostly. My own children, come to wish their cousin well. Babies passed around. Tables heavy with the bounty of late summer. Blue moon above us, bright and gracious. Long coffees on the porch. Candlelight to stretch the evenings into confidence and tears. I am so grateful for love experienced and love witnessed, for the thread of family through these moments large and small that mark in memory our presence on this earth.
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