Lucille

I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.

Do it or don’t do it — you will regret both.

There is nothing more beautiful than nature in the early morning.

But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.

If you let people into your life a little bit, they can be pretty damn amazing.