Shortly after we moved to Troy, NY, my family took a trip to NYC. We drove South on The Northway, through the Hudson Valley and crossed into New York City on the George Washington bridge.
The George Washington bridge was stunning. It rose up and over the Hudson in a flight of silver. From the back seat, my seven year old daughter gasped in delight and wonder, “It is big and pretty, just like you, Mommy!”
Big and pretty. From that moment on, this is how I have endeavored to see myself. Big and pretty like the GWB. Big and pretty like me.
May all babies be born into loving hands