Sunday

Earlier, I popped out to take a few photos in the yard and Samara made it very clear she wanted to come out again, for the 10th time that day. First she tried to make it about finishing that book we'd just read a couple dozen times, but then, book to the floor, well you can see for yourself, it's pretty hard to resist that face... (As you can see from the dirty fingers on the glass, she spends a fair amount of time waving at the world going by.)

She is sporting the Babies for Boobies shirt she got at last year's Breast Friends walk in Marblehead. We did it again this morning in memory of Sara who so sadly lost her fight this past Wednesday. Samara walked about a 1/3 of the neck (!) and was a great sport. It's pretty incredible how little ones have an innate sense of when it's time to be at your best. Yesterday was one year since Papa's death; August 12 was Nana's one year mark. It is hard and sad to believe it's been a year already. I remember little 8 week old Samara sitting with me at Nana's funeral, our reason to go on, being the angelic and perfect doll we so needed right then. She has a big heart, our little girl. We were proud of her today, doing her part in the fight against breast cancer.