But something, somehow, had made all these paths converge. You couldn't find it on a checklist, or work it into the equation. It just happened.

…You don’t want the best of times to be just one thing, forever. You have to have a lot of bests of times, each one topping the last. You know?

The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote

You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take.

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.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this.