I love this day.
This day is sacred.
This day is terrible and beautiful and ugly and hopeful and frightening and true.
It is the day, five years ago, that my son was diagnosed with Spina Bifida.
It is the day, two years ago, that my daughter way born.
Today, (in case you hadn’t noticed because you’ve taken refuge under a rock to wait out the storm) it is Inauguration Day.
For me, today is all things. Weeping and laughter. Mourning and dancing. Tearing and mending. Acceptance and protest. Over and over and over again.
To everything there is a season.
2012. 2015. 2017.
Both my children taught me lessons on this day. Both continue teaching.
But this girl? This girl is beyond all language and bigger than the solar system. This girl makes me believe that though the world today is filled with madness, though it hurts my soul to the edge of despair, though it fires my belly and spurs me to dissent– the future of women in America has never shined so bright.
So shine on, Little Darlin’. Every season with you is a revelation. Turn, turn, turn, forever.