I honestly don't have many creative outlets. I'm not crafty - although motherhood has forced me to try to be - and I can only draw trees, beaches, and clouds. I'm a so-so cook except for deviled eggs. Writing has always been the one thing I feel that I am pretty good at doing. But it's enough, thank goodness.

If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do.

Your mother won a special reward," she told me, "because everyone had a head in her pictures. We all applauded.

"It's gonna be okay," I said. It was the first time in a long time that I believed it. "It will."

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.