You never answered my question, about what you want to do with your life. Maybe my dreams aren't that complicated. Maybe I think that a job is just a job. What does that mean? Maybe I don't want to be defined by what I do. Maybe I'd like to be defined by what I am.

Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.

Because publishing is becoming more business-oriented each day with more examination of the bottom line, it's harder to break out than ever.

I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

Then you came along and helped me believe in myself again.

Even though he was here, she couldn't quite process it. She squeered her eyes shut before opening them again. Yep, still there. Amazing.

God, he suddenly understood, was love in its purest form, and in these last months with his children, he had felt His touch as surely as he had heard the music spilling from Ronnie's hands.