Face towards the ground, I watch my feet move forward and peek out from beneath my long, large print, pink and orange floral dress. This is not a flashy dress by any means except for the bright color. This is a feminine dress, perhaps one that some would see as too young for woman of 52, or one wearing stereotypical middle-aged girth. I really cannot care less and firmly believe that that kind of thinking has no place in this world. As I walk through the breezeway between the parking garage my thoughts are deeply on two of my children. (The above thoughts were considered earlier.) Our son has just received a kidney. He received a kidney from one of our daughters, Caroline. Thankful…