Abby gave me the first cup of coffee I remember tasting, having grown up in a tea-drinking household and having just drunk pop out in the world. She would brew it in the room and feed it to me, promising that it would calm me, and because of the power of her conviction, it did....
We read books every night, I took her to the theater and she was in ballet and played violin and I supported anything she ever wanted to pursue. I was a Girl Scout mom and room mother. I just shake my head. Maybe one day we will get it together. 6 Reply Neen Reply to Denise...