One of my twin daughters passed away three years ago, but on her first day of first grade, her teacher remarked, “Both of your daughters are excellent students.”

from behind, identical wavy hair, identical energy, and identical height.

My chest hurt the manner it did during that initial afternoon. Next it relaxed.

Waiting right there in the early sunshine, observing Hope and her fresh closest companion vanish past those campus entryways together, I sensed something move softly into position.

Not agony. Not terror.continue reading …