Tonight Bea walked in wearing a sweater that my sister got for her when she was about 18 months old. It's the greatest sweater ever, lined and warm and festive. It's now finally a bit too small for her. "Who could wear it now, Bea?" we asked her. And in her animated, little expressive-eyebrow-and-hand-movement way she said, "Allyson could wear it." I hope the sweater serves her as well as it did us. So long perfect sweater.