“Who needs Santa when you’ve got good old Dad?”
I never could have known that loving my children would be more like stone cold ruthlessness.
Sometimes, our greatest love stories don’t actually last.
Love isn’t real unless it changes us forever.
“I’m happy. I love myself. Life is good.”
With every touch and declaration, my chest swells.
A girl’s never too old to love her dad.
So much f**ing love you think your head is going to explode.
On the nights we’re not speaking we lie, faces to opposite walls on the edges of the bed, each determined not to crumble first.
Because we love each other enough to dare to dream.
Losing you as my best friend is killing me.
They cut the cord and he howled.
You are my whole world; I am yours.
The threat of war, the fear of death: none of that in the photograph.
I give them all I can, and it buoys me endlessly.
I’ll still want to wake you up in the dead of night to whisper that I love you.