Cute Opinions


The definition for the word, opinion, according to my dictionary of choice reads as follows: 1. Considering a belief or judgment that rests on grounds insufficient to produce complete certainty. 2. Entirely probable: Or, a personal view, attitude, or appraisal.

Read and Pronounced in the following languages as:

Latin: Opinio

Spanish: pienso que, (to my mind…)

The word in French: “à mon avis” (in my opinion…)

Hebrew: דעה

Italian: opinione

Opinions.  What is it about this word that weighs so heavy on us as human beings?  It seems that anyone and everyone has one, about every subject; even when they may or may not have any knowledge or authority on a particular topic that they project an opinion about.

I think some of my favorite opinions I have received in person have been about my career.

When I respond to the question, “What do you do for a living?”

I politely share, “I am an elementary educator. I teach multiple subjects at the fourth grade level.”

A few opinionated responses can be rounded up into one nice, clean, fresh labeled response: That’s cute.

Here’s my thoughtfully contained responsive dialogue that runs through my head: It’s cute that I teach classroom aged children for a living? Ok wait, are the students cute? Are you referring or meaning that I am cute? Or is what I do with my masters degree….cute? I’d just like to clarify what all that really means.

Here are my thoughtful reflections in no particular order:

I am an adult. I am not cute. I am many things, included but not limited to: intelligent, thoughtful, caring, qualified, creative, attractive, humorous, and talented. I’m not cute.

Children circa age nine to ten years of age have cute moments in time which can correlate to the equivalent of, “cuteness,” in a what our society deems appropriate.  Again with the opinions though…?  However, please do not diminish the fact that children are highly outspoken, clever, and quick witted human beings all at the same time as being, cute.

Is a higher education degree cute? Is spending 365 days pursuing a masters degree in a field of work reduced to the equivalent of being cute? Is being paid $40-$50,000 less than other masters of their field in our society really cute? Is this where the issue in value of education really lies?  It all boils down to the fact that people think it is…gulp…cute to educate?

Why is it that we have opinions about things that perhaps we have never, ever experienced? To quote Harper Lee’s wonderful novel and character Atticus Finch, “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view. Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”  These words struck a chord with me at age fifteen and they still do today. They are so much more applicable to what I am referring to now at age thirty one than what they were when I first read them in school.

Why is it that we all seem to have an opinion about what other people do with their lives, their relationships, their beliefs, and their families? Who am I to comment on what someone else does with their time, let alone, their body?  It absolutely astounds me that in our society we are still going round and around the mulberry bush regarding so many topics. This feels like an age old argument.  This phrase just came to mind, “Only time will tell,” this seems rather odd. Are we not at the point when, “TIME SHOULD TELL,” already?

My little experiences with responses to my line of work, which mind you are merely one facet of who I am as an individual, are very minuscule in the grand scheme of things. There are a thousand and one little pieces that make up my daily thoughts and choices in life. I feel so lucky to be granted this life in which I have choices and options. Although, that should be saved as an entirely different rantingly thoughtful blog.  Honestly though, I think the moral of my thoughts here today friends is this: think before you speak.

Think and consider the following:

Is what I am about to say nice?

Is it thoughtful, is it something that I am sharing in order to inspire, create, or empower?

Is this the right audience to share this comment with? Or is it meant for another purpose?

Does this opinion of mine really demonstrate the value of the words I am about to speak? If not, perhaps I should rethink my statement before it flies out of my mouth.

In my humble opinion life is about uplifting others up, showing and caring enough to give respect and above all empower each other to be our best selves on this earth.

I have been actively working on opening my eyes, seeking out truths, and sharing my wisdom.  Spring is a wonderful opportunity to turn over a new leaf, no pun intended.

Sparkle on friends.


Dear Andy and Rachel…

Dear Andy and Rachel in 2003,

Who could have been certain to know where we would end up twelve years later? The first date occurred because you asked me out after we discussed what we were both “not” doing on black Valentines Friday. You see when you are nineteen and twenty three, you are certain that everything you feel is truly from the depths of your soul and that it will be for an ever-lasting period of time. I had no idea about what I knew for certain in life, but I did know that there was something special that connected us two.

Life is made up of choices.

And I chose you. And you chose me.

We had no idea what we faced on March 19, 2005.  The future was laid out before us, much like  the aisle way that lead us before our family and friends during our marriage ceremony. Traditional in a sense, but unconventional all the way. Our sisters stood at our sides and also lead the ceremony that joined us in a union that we cherish to this day.

The first moments we spent together were quiet and nestled in what I call the bowels of the Lincoln Hall building at PSU. Only the most unromantic of all buildings in the city of Portland. However, I found those sacred moments tucked away into hallway corners as romantic as they come. I can still feel the pitter patter of my heart beat as I think about our stolen kisses between classes and performing arts venues.

We had no idea the storms we would weather together in the next ten years of time.

I have often been asked the following questions, usually in succession too many times to count: “How long have you been married? Wait, when did you get married? How old are you?”  The responses are often filled with shock, or with some sort of unwanted commentary. Mostly, I believe, people smile and are pleasantly surprised.  I appreciate the cynicism and welcome their doubts.

Nat King Cole’s words echo in my mind when these inquiries are made, “They tried to tell us we’re to young. Too young to really be in love. They say that loves a word, a word they’ve often heard, but never really known the meaning of.”

I watched a video recently with Beyonce commenting on her life, her passions, and her experiences as a female performing artist. A specific line about her marriage resonated with me. It was the following, “People feel like they loose something when they get married. I don’t agree…There’s something exciting about having a witness to your life,” Beyonce.

I have compiled, but will not limit our experiences to bare witness to thus far.  In the last ten years, we have a list, there have been too many tales or tails, what have you…to make a running commentary on all of the events that have transpired.  I thought this might make both of us smile, laugh, and cry all together.  Just like the great Dolly Parton said, “Laughter through tears, is my favorite emotion.”  So here goes my dear, take a deep breath and plunge forward.


-Circa London, England: Brown’s restaurant eleven years ago. The man that kept counting out his bill in single pounds, ever…so…slowly.

-The sparkling white walls in that restaurant seemed to glow more brightly when you handed me that little jewelry box.

-Walking into the flat and having your parent’s beam with anticipation.

-Planning our special day and you demanding we buy a wedding planner binder, who knew you’d want to be so organized. 🙂

-Friends, family, and loved ones gathering around on March 19, 2005 in Oregon.

-Meeting my Grandmother’s cousins and only living relatives on my maternal side. ❤

-The epic airplane journey across the ocean to Hawaii, laced with an episodic second night as, “man and wife,” that involved far too many roaches to make a memory worth describing.

-Becoming one with the sun, and lobsters in human bodies, all in the same day.

-Rainbow license plate obsessions and wild chickens roaming the earth while stalking cats lingered nearby.

-The unwrapping of giant presents and the using of huge mixing bowls to make our first meals together.

-The white fluff ball cat I decided to name Bella entered our lives with fleas flinging from all four of her sides.

-Cat claws, paws, and tears.

-Herding dogs in 800+ square foot spaces makes for interesting conversations.

-Bouncing kitten and bookshelf adventures

-Singing duets with a poorly played saxophone one floor below.

-Midnight phone calls on crackly phone lines

-Learning and exploring how to sing with a belt and win with musical theatre versions of Country songs.

-Being introduced to the one and only Patsy Cline through song.

-First birthday cakes on sheet pans welcoming you home after playing for yet another long weekend of Army work.

-Hanging laundry on the deck door with naked neighbor cats walking far, far below.

-Competing for parking spots that were the size of twin sized beds

-Black lined bathtub confessionals and scrubbing by one’s mother in law grease on elbow grease.

-Moving with cat and dog hair flying around in swirls throughout the hallway

-A sheep herding animal sure she’d be left behind, frantically pacing and panting.

-Moving back upstairs with the same desk multiple, multiple, multiple times

-Riding in the car with unusual smells, and finding tiny brown packages left by our I.B.S. ridden dog who was all too eager to clamor into the front seat of said car. 🙂

-Cold wet nose alarm clocks and black and white bed cover burrowing caves.

-Meeting first our nephew and then our new niece born one month apart.

-Hannukah and Christmas bake off’s with two worlds of tradition in a small apartment.

-Catching the stove on fire and opening all the windows in a 1000 sq. foot apartment all the while welcoming me home from teaching assuring me that nothing was burned….well…not too badly that is.

-Adventures in lone trails and back woods of Oregon in a small kia sephia.

-Camping for a weekend with a lovely crazy dog and fishing for leg trout, I mean trout.

-Plucking pheasants and other such things on a back porch

-Warming our toes with the light of a soon to be discovered expensive fire place

-Opening presents one day early assuredly know one would know, shhhhh.

-Almost burning down the apartment in the middle of the night with the most romantic bathroom candle light possible. Note to self, always blow the candles out.

-Discovering the broken Italian butter dish, with a warm and googy welcome home from said butter thief, who was all too eager to share her discovery.

-Hidden tennis balls beneath the green couch of destiny.

-Closets and litter boxes, enough said.

-Four living beings between five small walls.

-Karaoke sing off’s and $100 cash

-Ivory keys and grand piano sounds resounding in a beautiful home.

-Riding shotgun for tows and flatbed work

-Rebuilding a neighbors fence after driving for way too many hours to be even mentioned.

-Snow storms of the century, locked away for a week together and we still made it out alive and smiling.

-Snuggles with a dog and a cat on one couch

-Sondheim sing off’s in the smallest apartment in Beaverton

-Introduction to the smells of marijuana through bathroom vents, and me searching for rotten eggs…yeah…

-Listening, rehearsing, and debating about the ways of becoming a real life Peanut character.

-Stacks, and piles, and more stacks, and piles of…children’s books, until being cut off…and using the trunk of a car as a new storage site.

-Mine and yours matching ice cream pints.

-Naming our first fish, placing them lovingly in unbalanced pH water, and later fishing them out of said tank when they had traspired.

-Celebrating friend’s marriages, knitting parties, and birthdays over two blissfully exhausting years of stress, work and a masters degree later…

-Studying, conducting, and driving all through a blurry eyed view of the world

-On the brink of winter break, a blurry drive home, a looming move, and a diagnosis we couldn’t yet decipher but yet still lingered.

-35 Boxes and 1 furry gray cat disappearing into a box or two, or 35 later.

-Moving again, and again, and again.

-Coping that first year, needles and oranges, needles, and pavement, needles and running shoes, and finally a first triathlon later.

-Injuries and proud scars, living through the tears with laughter

-Wrapped bandages and a masters degree in hand.


-First half marathon later.

-First interviews and 45 miles a day commute to a first position for four years.

-Four schools later for a woman who was determined to continuously work through a recession that would not relinquish it’s hold on the nation.

-Hearing, “Happiness,” sung by the cutest middle schoolers around.

-Pursing passions on and off stage with art as a focus and collaboration the key to a musical success.

-Tears, laughter, family and friends moving and growing.

-Airplane flights and faux fights.

-The odds of searching, discovering, and purchasing a property we still are discovering

-Clinking of keys and the unlocking of a door to which we own

-The true definition of, “hangry.”

-Learning to speak UK English, French, German, Italian, and Dutch over the course of thirty days, lucky enough to encounter this experience twice in our life times.

-Bonding with humans we love near and far around the country for life.

-Entrusting our fur babies to our amazing adopted daughter of sorts.

-Countless wonders of the world, singing on the Champs Elysses, 14 days, 3 train rides, countless public transit experiences, surviving no-pick pocketing, and 2 passports later, landing back in the land of the US and reuniting with our old lady dog and cat.

-Sending our pup over the rainbow.

-Rescuing when having fallen in the middle of a run.

-Getting running shoes back on after multiple falls.

-Living through looping with students across a town, 25 miles each way for two years.

-The constant patience of a loving man and his ability to listen to each story day in and day out.

-Learning to re-pack a classroom for the seventh time.

-Snuggles in the dark.

-Smashing yellow jackets on or off of my body.

-Pushing each other to be the best people we can be.

-Thinking through if we would rather, “be right or be reconciled.”

-Learning just how communication really plays a key role in any relationship.

-Helping whenever we can lend a hand, or knowing before the other person even realizes it is needed.

-Being a wonderful partner as best we can be on a daily basis.


-Having a best friend brought in out of state, to the school I worked at, and being told your 30th birthday present is…. 🙂

-Loving the best and most unattractive parts of the other person through and through.

-Laughing, and laughing some more.


-Knowing it’s ok to not to like one another sometimes, but always loving them through each emotion.

-Bringing unexpected thoughts, gifts, and hugs when they are needed the most

-Holding hands when we take walks everyday.

-Listening some more.

-Finding ways to spend time together no matter what might occur.

-Playing chaffer to and from Portland.

-Sitting through hours of practice, rehearsal, and more practice of music we have both heard forwards and backwards.

-Wiping away tears when we just can’t make lemonade.

-Sharing our musical gifts together.

-Singing that song after seven years had passed AND rocking it.

-Loving our siblings together.

-Appreciating, caring, and gratifying the amazing parents we were given on this Earth.

-Watching our nieces and nephew grow and reflecting on the people they have become.

-Celebrating and counting the blessings of friendships we have every day with amazing people near and far.

-Believing the best throughout the constant struggle of what life is.

-Being ourselves through and through.


And you my beloved Andy, are my favorite person on this earth. I feel grateful for each day I am bestowed upon with time to spend with you.  I admire your humanity, your kindness, your love, and your skills at living life to the fullest. I am proud to be your partner for life. Cheers and let’s toast and say, “L’Chaim,” to another decade. ~’Mwah~   :-*


For my kindred spirit

Ours started out with ‘spagetti o-’s and a ream of notebook paper. However, this might seem rather strange to the unknowing stranger. So let me set the stage better, shall I?

In 1989 we were both shy, quiet, long brown haired little girls entering kindergarten. I remember you as the tiniest of all us tiny tot’s with a trail of flowing brown hair and a thermos container full of ‘spagetti-o’s. Your best friend was a boy whose name started with the letter D, I won’t involve other people in this birthday blog though. 🙂 Out of pure courtesy of course…

We knew one another because all kindergarteners play together, however we weren’t best friends then though. We were in different classes first through second grade. Then you moved to another school and the elementary years passed by. Cut to 1997 at Hanshew Middle School in Anchorage. The looming hallways, business of middle school days, and crowds of people. I remember seeing you with your violin case on the second floor of our school. Good gravy it’d been a while, but I’m sure we both looked very similar to our little kid faces of ’89. I recognized you and was delighted when we had study hall together.

We re-bonded through the passing of notes and requests for lined notebook paper. Who knew that we’d go through so much paper?!  I on the one hand, an early Mary Poppins had pretty much everything I could possibly need and or hold in my binder including excessive amounts of notebook paper.  I think one of the most memorable things about that class, aside from sneakily passing notes and reading silently was that study hall teacher’s sneezes and nose blowing. I had never heard a human being make a sound that likened to a trumpet. His ability could have rivaled even the best players in the band, with only a single nose blow. Haha, I chuckle even thinking about it.

Cut to 8th grade, we came up with a secret language, or code, shall we say; for talking about the most important topic for any eighth grade girl to discuss in private… boys. We had Mr. Blue Eyes, Horse guy, Bob, and Fred, I really can’t remember anymore off the top of my head right now, and I’ve already embarrassingly stated enough names as it is. I read through some of those hilarious letters about 7 years ago when I needed to empty out my closet at my folks. Let’s just say that I couldn’t remember how to re-fold many of those triangular shaped letters packed with juicy gossip and all the latest news.

The best summer moments I had with you were in-between June of 1998 and August of 1998. Driving to and from, “Music Machine,” practice with your friend A. on Lake Otis Parkway, your mom patiently carting us around. Those were fun times!  We were so cool. I mean, learning how to wear eye liner and mascara was pretty exciting if I do say so myself!  I can still see your fancy winged-out liquid liner and blue eye shadow. YOU were so cool. I really couldn’t compare with my Walmart maybelline pink shadow and mascara. 🙂 We got to be partners for, “Make ‘Em Laugh,” and, “Broadway Baby.”  Sharing the stage and the lime light with you was the best thing ever. Whatever happened to those shirts any way? Or the video tape of our show?! 🙂

Although, I think one of my favorite memories throughout our years of school together was probably when we shared a locker. I just need to re-paint a picture here of that gigantic locker at Robert Service High School. We were probably, maybe 5 feet, I might have been about 5 foot three at the time in ninth grade, who knows. Point being, we were small people. We could have both fit in this locker if we really had wanted to. I’d wait to meet you and chat first thing in the morning before classes began. Our locker was chock full of all sorts of interesting odds and ends. I still have the same mirror that I did in high school, it now lives on a cabinet in my classroom. It makes me smile and think about those moments we shared. Applying lipsmaker sparkly lip balm was serious business when we were fourteen going on fifteen, right? Or decorating for birthdays?! 🙂 But the best collection and items in the locker were your Sobe bottles. Can we just take a MOMENT please and talk about those damn bottles. Girrrrrrrrrrl I think the only time I have EVER yelled at you, was about those dang bottles. Bahahahhaa, one fell when I opened up the locker and that was it, I started throwing them out, caps and ALL. People must have thought we lost our minds when you saw me throwing them out, you started shoving them in your backpack. OH my, we’re still friends. We surpassed the episode and saga of the bottles. Ha!


Here’s the thing, having written about all those flashbacks. You, my friend are one of those people who come once in a life time. You are a kindred spirit and a friend for life. Even if months pass by, we can always call one another and then a few hours pass by before we even realize how long we have been on the phone. I always love how we can see one another and it’s as if no time has passed by what-so-ever. We both march to our own drum beat. We’re not morning people, we like quiet and subtlety with words, we show kindness and we stand up for what we believe in. Our motto is and always will be: Alaska Girls Kick Ass. Well, that and, “Pudding is better than jello!” Snaps for anyone else that knows where that quote comes from! 🙂 We dance like no one is watching, and don’t give a damn if they are. We wear crazy toe socks and rival Shania Twain at singing in the car at the top of our lungs.


I feel so lucky and grateful to have you in my life. You’re one of the best people I know. You go after what you want to in life and you always have. I’m so proud to call you my friend. I talk about you with my students. They think it’s amazing that I have a best friend who is a high flying skier, death-defying stunt actress, sister, graduate, auntie, creative woman and scientist rolled into one package.

You’re the only other person who has a laugh equally as loud as mine, aside from my big sister. 🙂 We know each other inside and out. If you needed a kidney, I’d be right there to give you mine. When we’re really old, wrinkly, and moving around with glitter canes, we’re gonna live together with our five cats and yell at each other from down the hallway. Like they say in girl scouts, “A circle is round and has no end, that’s how long I want to be your friend.”

I love you! Happy birthday beautiful! May this next year be filled with amazing opportunities, new adventures, and moments of beautiful silence in nature. Big hugs like this one below!!!!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!


הִנְנִי Hineni Day 30

 הִנְנִי Hineni literally translated means, “Here I am.”

I saw another blogger reference the importance of being present. Place your hand over your heart the meme said, feel that? THAT in and of itself signifies the reason for you today. You are here, you are important, your life has meaning.

I was laying on a doctor’s table and gearing myself up for one of those lovely annual exams and I decided to shift my mind’s focus. I was feeling cranky, tired, and a number of other things. I did a little pep self talk that went something like this, “Ok Rachel, breathe in and out slowly, breathe again, and again just like you tell your students. Ok now let’s look at all the positives about being in this room right now.” I sat there and listed them out one by one by one. I felt a little bit more grateful and better about the situation as the minutes ticked by.

Even though we have been counting down each of these treatments, I am grateful for each and every one of them. The act of visualizing the beams of radiation phasing out the cancerous cells, the happy white blood cells carrying health and rejuvenation throughout your body have been my constant visual and I know yours as well Debbie. Healing repair and perseverance is present today.

Often times I try to meditate through song or chanted prayer. Sometimes it’s with a Debbie Friedman rendition of a prayer, other times it’s just the sh’ma. There is something about those sacred words that makes me feel comforted and safe. I know that  הִנְנִי Hineni has been yours Debbie. Thank you to the rabbi’s at your H.K. synagogue for their positivity and support. They are wonderful and loving people. I am so happy to have met them and shared moments of prayer and song with all of us together.

Dad always says, “Life’s too short kid, don’t sweat the small stuff. Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill.” We’re here today, we’re doing our very best to be bright, be vibrant, and be the best version of ourselves. I feel so grateful for this technology, this writing opportunity to remind you about our joint memories throughout all these years. I love you to the moon and back big sister, just like the Savage Garden song said. 🙂 I know that my next count down will be from tomorrow through July 9th. That is approximately: 121 days until you are back in Oregon and we can embrace in a much-needed hug!!!!!!!

May these next one hundred days be filled with health, finishing chemotherapy, and breathing just slightly easier. You have shown tremendous strength, will, and zest for life. I admire your ability to be forthright, honest, and a fervent researcher. I love you! xoxoxoxoxoxo.


 הִנְנִי Hineni

Ten years, Day 29

When I was blessed to come into the world, ten years had already passed for my sister on this Earth. I remember her lovingly showing me her journal and reading aloud her memory of my birthday. She recalled moving into the house on Leeward Place in Anchorage’s suburbs. My folks had scraped, saved, rented, bought, sold, and finally were able to build their own home after years of working towards their goal. She had a tiny black and white pencil drawing of her sitting in the woods behind the house with a book in hand, of course, and smile across her face. She said she was so excited to have a baby sister to dote upon. I was wrapped in pink with a squinted up face and a giant head of jet black hair.

As the baby of the family I had it much easier in some respects. We are both very unique and different individuals from one another. I appreciate her but most of all I have always looked up to her. She was my first role model, friend, and mentor. I know that I have written about it before, but hey, why not let memories repeat themselves? This is something that we often do in our family, and who doesn’t?!

Today I had the opportunity to meet a long lost relative that we had never thought we would get connected with. Luckily with the benefits of modern day technology and the internet they found our folks and today we had a very special reunion.

While enjoying a celebratory lunch with our cousin my mom recalled some fun memories I had not yet shared. So I will take this moment to do so now. As well as a few that you Debbie have reminded me of which are hilarious as well. I wish you could have been there today, but as I told our cousin, we will have to visit the east coast, and she and her boys come back to Oregon. Who doesn’t love the great Pacific Northwest?! As Andy lovingly stated, “Once people come to Portland, they don’t leave.” 🙂


~Some of the best moments as a tiny child of six and seven were when your best friend’s visited. Some enjoyed your annoying little sister’s presence more than others. Dear Michelle was ever so patient, loving, and silly with me. I absolutely loved a game we came up with which was, “SLIDE down the wooden floor hallway as fast as you can!” This game involved getting a running start on the carpeted area and skidding down said hallway past an antique mirror on the wall. I especially enjoyed skidding past and seeing my reflection whizz by. Another favorite was being roll-pushed down the hallway. Mom called it, “Bowling you down the hallway,” I just remember it being an absolute blast.

Chopsticks,” anyone? This was the first song I learned on the piano as well as, “heart and soul.”  I’m sure many musicians cringe when they hear either being played. I on the other hand, loved both, and find it highly amusing when kids bang out renditions of this on the piano. Both you and Michelle would patiently show me the notes and play ever so slowly so that I could get the unison and then duet correct. I felt like such a big kid swinging my feet on the piano bench next to you two. My other favorite memories were of you and Michelle playing duets, along with Sheli’s sister. Those were the days!

Another enjoyable thought came trickling back to you after a few blog reads ago. This involved the laundry chute. I think that mom and dad’s thinking on installing this were: 1. it would make getting the laundry from point a. to point b. much easier. 2. They never thought we would slide down said laundry chute. Just to be clear, I DID NOT, go down the laundry chute. I was too scared, however you did.  “WHOOOOOOOOOOP, down you went and poof into a pile of clothes. I think I almost peed my pants after that. I remember racing down the stairs to see if you were ok. Of course you were fine and laughing the whole time. That’s all I’m going to say about that!

With these flashbacks in time I see things so clearly in that house. The wall paper, the floor boards, the missing grout between tiles, our pastel blue and pink bedrooms walls, the smell of the wood and books in the library, and the sherbet colored carpet in the living and dining rooms, as well as those creaky basement stairs and the scary sump pump…

There is a line in a duet I am learning that says,”It’s hard to talk away the memories that you prize.” Now out of context this line lends itself perfectly to my point. No matter how many stories we tell, or how many recollections that we share, the moments of today and tomorrow are irreplaceable. These emotions and feelings that we are granted to behold are not fleeting, but yet they are indescribable.

No matter where you are or what you are up to, I’ll always love you and be here to support you. Life is about sharing it with people whom you hold dear. With all this being said, I’ll leave you with another family member’s thought.  Our dear cousin shared a pearl of wisdom today, (her mother bestowed this upon her and her sister most days when they fought):

“Friends may come and go. Husbands may come and go, but you will always have your sister. Remember that.”

I love you! Have a great day and second to last treatment, YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Photo on 3-1-15 at 6.37 PM