Pink sweatbands are sold and distributed in Hillary’s memory. My youngest girl puts them on and doesn’t take them off for days. She wears 4 at a time sometimes– two on her ankles, and two on her wrists.
She flew under my radar, this one.
I should have known though. After all, she knew Hillary the best out of my 3 kids.
Lila and Everett probably never knew what rattled their cozy wombs. It was just their crazy mamas belly bumping their pregnant bodies on a sidewalk in downtown Exeter as a sort of high five to being pregnant with our 3rds at the same time.