Learning to love back is the hardest part of being alive.

Hope begins in the dark.

I remember staring at my son endlessly when he was an infant, stunned by his very existence, wondering where on earth he had come from.

For too long, and despite what people told me, I had fallen for what the culture said about beauty, youth, features, heights, weights, hair textures, upper arms.

It is a violation of trust to use your kids as caulking for the cracks in you.

I guess he'll have to figure out someday that he is supposed to have this dark side, that it is part of what it means to be human, to have the darkness just as much as the light- that in fact the dark parts make the light visible; without them, the light would disappear. But I guess he has to figure other stuff out first, like how to keep his neck from flopping all over the place and how to sit up.

If you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans.