There were goats. Three of them in all, a set of twins included. Sophie took it upon herself to feed them snippets of leaves through the fence, chatty and happy.
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There were goats. Three of them in all, a set of twins included. Sophie took it upon herself to feed them snippets of leaves through the fence, chatty and happy.
And what I’ve come to is this: it can matter, or it can’t. It’s up to us. We have a choice—much like joy is a choice, and kindness is a choice—to say that memories matter, that people matter, that our legacies do matter, regardless of surrounding circumstances and our mixed up, messy motives.
It started off a little slow, to be honest. I wasn’t sure where it was going. And then something happened. Something clicked. The kids got older. The story just unfolded without a lot of flair and the big moments were glossed over while the day to day in between moments happened and then slipped away, and it was the most gut wrenching, tragic and wonderful thing that I have ever seen…