A few days ago I was doing a quick little Facebook scroll while I was at the table feeding my daughter. Every once in a while I read something on social media that speaks to me in a way that has a genuine impact. This time it was not a thought provoking article or a touching news story, it was a meme. Of all of the things that could invoke an epiphany, it was a small, seemingly insignificant meme. Here it is: Read it again. Read it for a third time. I am sure some people who come across this meme instantly think of someone else. They think “Yeah, so…

Until three years ago, this day held no significance. I hate this day. I find myself trying to remember what life was like on October 7, 2015. Can’t. I have a photo memory to remind me though. I dressed Presley in grey sweatpants and a grey hoodie. I bundled my other two up and loaded them into the double stroller. I took a photo at the bus stop and captioned it “My little girl is so grown up!”. That photo drew 32 likes on Facebook. You were one of them. The 7th of October was insignificant. I cannot remember what we did that day when we returned from the bus…