Independence Day
Upon arriving to pick up my girls for a parenting exchange, there was Sophia successfully riding her bike without the training wheels. Her pride and joy peek out of this picture. I remember that feeling well – the flutter of a nervous stomach with the realization of upright and forward movement, the fear of falling, and the unbridled joy in newfound freedom. I had a personal independence day on September 1, 2011, when my divorce decree was signed. It wasn’t filled with fireworks. It was filled with sadness and fear about how I was going to navigate my life and