but i do exist.
it’s been a tumultuous season in my life. and there are parts too fragile and raw to post here, but let me say that every transition feels exactly like my sweet little t, who is walking more and more. she wanders here and there, her hands open to the sky. she falls down, stands up, repeats the same gestures. but above all, she does not give up. she is resilient, and she gets that from me.