He reached up and tugged his ear. And I did the same.

I would be the best of us, the highest of the lows.

Break my heart for what breaks yours. Everything I am for you kingdom's cause, as I walk from nothing to eternity.

I only really ever hug my mother. Is this okay?” he asked. I laughed. “It’s hard to get a hug wrong.

P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

I kind of wanted someone to rearrange the stars so they spelled out his words. I needed them big and bright, and somewhere I could see then when things felt dark. I love you. And I'm so, so proud.

I know there was a time, when our country was new, when the assignment of these numbers helped organize something that was on the brink of not existing. But we are no longer that country. We are so much more now.