Normally something like this doesn't much resonate with me. Ordinarily I might call it twee, perhaps a bit precious. But I happen to really enjoy Rachel's blog, her aesthetic and her dreamy, cautious-yet-brave voice. Then there is the fact that she looks a lot like my mother, and a bit like me, in this photo. And the matter, too, of this sentiment being awfully similar to what 2008 was like for me.