It rained, it stopped raining, it rained again, it rainbow-ed, and then the sun made a surprise entrance in the middle of the ceremony that we couldn’t have directed better if we tried.

May you have the courage to trust that your presence–exactly as it is in this moment—is both a power tool, and a gift.

I will raise my daughter on this diet.
And she will raise her daughter on it.
And she will raise hers.
And hers. And hers. And hers.

Blurry eyes. Creative hearts. Can’t lose.

We will not always feel magical when we are making magic.

May you know her.