If chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one's universe, then I was well on my way.

And now I was seeing that there was something really cool about that family. All of them. They were just...real. And who were we? There was something spinning wickedly out of control inside this house. It was like seeing inside the Baker's world had opened up windows into our own, and the view was not a pretty one. Where had all this stuff come from? And why hadn't I ever seen it before.

I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compare to the one in my heart.

There was other stuff, too, like how something can be so much more than the parts it took to make it, and why people need things around them that lift them above their lives and make them feel the miracle of living.

Holly, I understand that you are upset because Gemma pulled down your ants, but why did you think pouring motor oil inside her backpack is the way to solve the problem?

Get beyond his eyes and his smile and the sheen of his hair - look at what's really there.

Somehow the silence seemed to connect us in a way like words never could. - Julianna Baker