I wish I had that original door jam. It feels like a part of me somehow. I can still see the white molding and Little Honey’s handwriting in a different pen each time. She was always so neat and tidy, and the growth chart took away from the image a bit. But thinking back, I realize that to her that growth chart was like a trophy or a badge of honor. She and Twister had saved my life, and thanks to them I thrived and grew.
(Now if I could just stop growing horizontally, I would be happy! ;)