*Disclaimer- This post written by Tracee*

I stopped by to see Michelle today. She's noticeably thinner. She looks tired. But beautiful. That bright energy is still there, behind her eyes. She's fighting, and I believe she's winning. Her house was crazy, as usual. The phone probably rang 50 times while I was there, and the doorbell at least 10. I love that house. I didn't want to leave. I talked her into posing for some pictures. Here she is with her stylish 'do rag:

















I don't have a picture of Nathan because he wasn't home. But I saw his halloween pictures when he dressed up as a girl. He's one of those adorable males who look all manly until you put lipstick on them, and then they look gorgeous. He had two girls begging him to go to the movies with them, so you can tell he's already breaking hearts.

You know those cartoons, where some guy hikes it up the side of a mountain to talk to the person on top, sitting in the lotus position, explaining the meaning of life? Miranda is that person. Trapped in the adorable body of a nine year old is this wise old soul. She is amazing.
















And then there's Mia. When she's not singing, or jumping on the couch, or stomping across the floor, or demanding candy, or demanding I follow her around the house, or digging through my purse, or dusting the floor, and me, with a feather duster, then she's this shy, still little angel.















Here are the girls, all together in their loveliness. The blur around Mia is from her refusal to sit still for less than .7 seconds and her determination to wink and stick her tongue out simultaneously.