It was a perfect evening. There were a few last minute disasters but we've come to expect them. So many of our favorite people were there to celebrate with us. Marlee and Luke looked like the bride and groom that you might find on top of a wedding cake--very Barbie and Ken.
I remember looking over at Marlee and getting that little shiver. I've felt it before and it feels like something that only a mother can know--and in my head there is a little running slide show of Marlee with the slides in no particular order and of not necessarily significant moments. They are just our life up til now. I realize then that the shiver marks the end of something...and the beginning of something all at once. It's a feeling of loss overshadowed by joy. It's a singular experience.
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