If I could only express all that this photo means to me. The guest room at Oma & Opa’s. The bed that held us when were just two, and then three, and again four, but the fourth so small, and now, almost impossibly, when the smallest is so often the largest in our family, this bed that holds us all; in against the white falling winters, in below all the colors of fall four doors down from Frost’s house, in these summers when we all sweat through the night with the window fan pleasantly upon us, filling even the dreams with languor. The girls are bigger now, somehow profoundly bigger and more grown up. Bindi’s rummaging search into that special box closet, that intriguing door in the wall, is metaphorical of all the new awakening inquiries for our CHICKS. The world is getting bigger for them, even though they’ve been drug across several continents of it. It breaks my heart daily to see them grow. The light still breaks through the window, the “Awake Happy” still hangs on the wall, the room’s still too small. And those coltish legs just get longer and longer.