I hope someday you see this is all life wants: for you to be your own kind of beautiful & not the kind that makes you forget who you are.

There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.

In my dream the angel shrugged and said, if we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination. And then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand.

I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they needed constant attention and one day I decided I had better things to do.

There are things you do because they feel right and they may make no sense and they may make no money and it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other and to eat each other's cooking and say it was good.

There is nothing more I ask of this life than this moment, exactly so. And suddenly forever seems like too short a time.

Wrapped around my son with only the knowledge of the words of the world & a quiet remembrance of watching before this all began.