The last time great news about this space came to me, I was looking for something in the plumbing aisle at the hardware store. This time, I was cooking dinner while watching the kids chase bubbles in the backyard.
My first reaction was to look out the window, where I fully expected to see Sharon blowing bubbles with the kids. Then I noticed the link.
And there I found my own little square.
First, I took a big gulp of air.
Second, I cried.
Third, I stirred the pasta.
Finally, I tweeted Sharon repeatedly to make sure it wasn't a mistake. And she made me cry some more.
Take a look at this picture.
Each square telling its own story.
Each square holding memories, joy, sadness, laughter, hope.
Each square carefully chosen and stitched together by a group of women who understand that we're all in this together.
Thank you for placing me here.
Thank you for giving me something to wrap myself up in when I'm feeling unsure.
Thank you for making me part of a beautiful story.