You don’t have to be perfect versions of the women who raised you.” My heart swells. “Women,” I repeat the word. “You included my aunts?” He nods once. “I know what they all mean to you.” If my mom were here, Thatcher Moretti would be her favorite almost instantaneously. She loves her sisters like they’re a part of her soul, and I love that he understands how much I look up to all the women in my life.
