Last night as I tucked you in, a rush of memories flooded over me. You look just like I did 26 years ago being tucked in a pallet on Grandma’s floor. You love this state, this place that will always feel like home. You remember things with such exact detail that this blog will probably not even be needed. You live for today, but want to know how much more tomorrow brings. You laugh with no abandon (and remind me to do the same). You even feign sleep like I do…but you don’t let me get away with it. Sleep tight, ‘lil Becky!