Creating the invitations stirred a pit in my gut. Addie was turning “double ones” and it called for a party. I suppose any time you put you yourself out there for others to accept or reject, it can make you anxious. That fear for me is rooted in a day exactly eleven years ago today–fear that started the moment she was born. Could she live a life of meaning? Would she? From my perspective, that life would have to include friends.