Her Grandma Diane would have loved yesterday in the doll shop.

We laughed, fixed dolls, discovered new ones coming through the door, filmed videos where we ended saying, "that was fun!" and ordered a fancier-than-usual lunch because we had a coupon.

I walked around her shop with her grandbaby strapped to my chest, and she grabbed at everything, which made work more complicated and so much more wonderful at the same time.

Through the hard, I am living proof that Dreams DO Come True.

So many of you found me broken from losing my mother to Alzheimer's and Covid, and you carried me more than you'll ever know. You lifted me up by reaffirming my words and letting me support you on your journey.

Now we walk together, we've been together for so long that it feels like we are good friends - and we are.

So, Sweet One, if you are walking through the mud right now and the steps feel impossible, just focus on pulling out of that one and taking ONE more step and then do it again. You are stronger than you even know.

And your story is still being written, and you have a community here willing to listen to that story unfolding.

Love you,

Rachel and Holland Diane