I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.

There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.