I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.

Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower

Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.