Dear Marlie,   While walking along the Columbia river on my lunch break, I was thinking about us sorting all your school supplies on your first day of First Grade. You were so excited with your unicorn backpack, matching lunch box and pink dress – all your own choices. You still believe in magic, in pink, and I love that. I hope you keep that within you, no matter what. After arriving outside your classroom, holding tightly to my hand, you let go to begin depositing our school supply contribution into the rows of cardboard boxes lining the hall. ¬†Each hold a crucial life lesson, little one. They do. Trust me. It’s taken me years to assimilate what can be gleaned from recognizing the…