“I’m finding my way back to myself, I think.

I’ve started volunteering at Alice’s school library twice a week, and I’m training to teach yoga, if you can believe it.”

She laughed softly, the sound unguarded in a way I hadn’t heard since she was young.

“Sometimes I don’t recognize myself anymore.

But in a good way.”

“Sometimes we don’t truly find ourselves until we’re forced to look with fresh eyes,” I observed.