My Young Women.
This not a picture of them.
I did not feel comfortable plastering their face all over the www.
But tonight as I drove these girls around I felt gratitude for them.
They know me. They know me well enough to be sarcastic with me.
They know me well enough to tell me I am cranky.
They know me well enough to tell me I am pretty.
They are examples of strength and of spirituality.
They teach me something new every week.
I love them.
Is that reality enough?