Meghan was incredibly special to me. We met through work, almost 20 years ago, and quickly became friends. Meghan was smart and caring and talented, and all of the wonderful things that everyone has shared about her. All of these memories shared are exactly right - she was an amazing mom who loved you three kids more than anything in this world.

My memories of Meghan include a lot small things that we talked or messaged about every day. Nothing grand or outstanding to anyone, but meaningful to the two of us. Even when there were times in our lives that we didn't chat daily, we found ways to stay connected. She was always worth it.

Kids, you may like to know that I loved to tease your mom. She did hilarious little things that made her so endearing. Like when we travelled for work, every night she went into full 'navy seal mode' to secure the hotel room from intruders. She knew exactly which chairs to position against the doors, covered peep holes, turned on specific lighting to strategically give us a view of the door, stacked pillows to cover any shadows coming through the entrance. It was AMAZING, honestly. I loved that she did that, but I couldn't help but laugh a little watching it all happen!

She stayed calm under pressure, but she had a specific look when someone would say something crazy and she had to keep her composure. I'd see it flash across her face and then we'd immediately find time to talk all sorts of smack about it. I'd say "I knew you were holding it together in there - you had THE LOOK". She was the coolest.

I also loved to tease her about her emails. She would write the best emails, but they were always. so. long. She was extremely smart and cared so deeply about giving us everything that we could possibly need to know, but I swear she wrote a series of small novels every day! Haha, I'd say "I'm sure I love this MD, but I'm only reading the highlights" and she would laugh. And then, of course I'd find time to go back and read everything. Because it was all important and she was right.

One special memory came back to me on the day we lost her. Many years ago, I was really sick throughout the week leading up to Easter. I had missed work, and your mom kept in touch with me the whole time. On Easter Sunday, I was still sick in bed and the doorbell rang. Little Peyton opened the door and found your mom there, with an Easter basket for her because she knew I hadn't been well enough to put one together. That's the kind of friend I had in Meghan. It didn't matter the day, the time, or what was needed, she found a way to be there.

I will miss her for the rest of my life. She was simply the best.