Sixteen

On the eve of my eldest’s sixteenth birthday I can’t help but reflect on the mark she’s left on our family. I could easily tell you about Jane and her accomplishments but she’s a sixteen year old girl and that’s neither fair nor particularly relevant. Her story, her accomplishments, her struggles, and her and passions belong only to her. Sixteen years ago today I played 18 holes of golf at Woodley Lakes. I was 196 pounds and was forty two and a half weeks pregnant. I golfed a lot because I …