1. The light that travels between us doesn't know how far it's come. In this instance, inexhaustible torch, lampposts along the route, stars connected dot-to-dot, the holes in fabric stitched together. Whatever you have, children, that has made you fall in love, marvel at it. Gift. GIFT.
2. And as I take this inventory, the places too dangerous to record surface, the places that make the story "clean" struggle to represent something nicer than I am sometimes--the places that were up late at night reading, thinking like she did: eat. pray. love. Do it or die. Do it or die.
3. Dad calls. We talk about George Harrison and agree he was always looking for God: from the abundance of the heart, the mouth will speak.