Jessie and Me

I miss you.

I keep expecting you to come through the door

Jessie, struggling to understand my "backwards" way of making change.

Jessie, wiping sweat from under her red bangs after unloading the truck.

Jessie, fighting with Reid over who was going to use the price gun.

Jessie, dripping wet from capsizing in sailing class.

Jessie, making the tough decision on what candy to buy with her $1.00 wages.

Jessie, smiling, all teeth and freckles.

Jessie, asking the BIGGEST questions—ones that take a lifetime just to figure out. Expecting one or two sentence answers. I always answered as best I could. Jessie, processing the information, never failing to take away a new perspective. Happy to understand some angle she hadn't thought of. Jessie, leaving me feeling like a wise sage—a grown-up—with the ability to educate. Only now do I realize she was the educator.

Cindy, Dan, and Reid, thank you for bringing Jessie to us. We are honored to have her with us now. Jessie will be safe, forever on this island.

Love, Kim