When I bought that dress in Spain, my souvenir dress, it was not a souvenir. It was a reminder of what I had sacrificed, of what I was still willing to give.

I searched your name. Yours. Because I knew you were there. Because I knew your passion. Because if, 5000 miles from home, I was going to trust someone’s gut? 

Yours.

I have bought the house. I have enrolled my oldest.  I have two other daughters ready to be Rebels. I have built my life around this.

And you are why.

Life is defined by moments. This is one.

And I stand with you in this moment.