2016 gets remembered because it was the last year before life asked more of us. My babies were 15 and 11. Barely teenagers. Still home. Still mine in that uncomplicated way. I was 43 . . . old enough to know who I was, but still young enough to think I had time. Back then, I was setting the table. Arranging the flowers. Making moments feel special because that’s how I’ve always loved. Since then, the last ten years have undone us… and built us back together. We’ve loved harder than we knew possi