Having a little girl has been like following an old treasure map with the important paths torn away.

That’s the wonderful thing about the human heart, there’s room enough for all kinds of love.

We’re always on breath away from something–living or dying–, sometimes it just can’t be helped.

But you know all about that, being sorry and having no words to say something when you know you should but you just can’t

We’re always one breath away from something, living or dying, sometimes it just can’t be helped.