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Becca, quietly reflecting on your life, the first thing that comes to my mind - and so vivid like it was yesterday- is the memory from just hours after you were born. In the quiet hospital
room, I held your tiny body in my arms and your face close to mine so you could see me. I told you how much I love you and made you promises I have kept for all my babies.
I never dreamed that the years from that day until now would fly by so quickly. But, they did, leaving me 17 years (and counting) of priceless memories of your childhood: from your
first sentence "I can do it by myself" to Alvin & the Chipmunks, your love of the arts, your team wins at LDDF and the Spanish poetry contest, honor society recognitions, countless
days and acts of service for those who need us most, the "only half-birthdays from now on" speech, to meeting and hearing about your wonderful friends, to me in tears watching Lindi
passing the "senior baton " to you at Ring Ceremony. That evening was a double heartbreak as I realized neither of you were my little girls anymore, but rather amazing young women
ready to write on the clean slate you now have. I can still replay in my mind your answering with conviction in October, "for sure," when I asked whether you decided to ED at Barnard
and my smile and silent confidence that you would be admitted, reflected only in the etched glass I purchased immediately so you would someday hear my initial thoughts.

Daddy and I beam with pride for your countless successes, generosity, beauty inside and out, mental and emotional intelligence, and sweet, caring, equitable, empathetic, and loving
way. Thank you for making us so proud as you, with boundless energy, make the world a more beautiful place.
I keep distracting myself from the thought of you not living with us year-round. Who will say, "let's snuggle" or make us laugh
with your infectious giggle. When I quietly think about it and reflect, "there's a tear every time I blink." But then I tell myself:
"Hello! she'll be in NYC," and I flash back to 19 year-old-girl dream of getting to stay one or two weekends a year in NYC a
year just to eat, walk, and watch Broadway shows - a dream I have now realized in part because of you and I think now I will
realize in a far more special way than I had ever dreamed about —with my sweet Becca, the only person I ve ever known who

has a mirror image of my love for the arts. I will continue to live again, vicariously through you, smiling while riding your coattails,
always letting you lead and just giving a little help with the steering. I love you, Lindi, and Angie with an indescribable passion,
a passion that can temporarily transform a 49 year old litigator into a first time writer, director, producer, lyricist, camera operator,
editor and yikes even singer. Hours of my time, and every stitch of creativity I could garner up, tutorials, and a lot of hard work
and "favor asking" resulting in a 10 minute montage of memories was the only gift I found worthy enough for you and this
special occasion. I wanted it to be forever, for you, your beautiful classmates, friends, and their moms and guardians. I knew if i
didn't laugh, I would cry. I hope you love it.
Thank you for all the love and joy you have brought into our lives and for all you have taught me (and that is no small list). You
make us know with certainty that we are blessed beyond words. We love you so much and will miss you every single day that
you are away.
We love you eternally and unconditionally. Congratulations, baby!
Mommy & Daddy