What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet.
If I could, I’d bring you ice cream up a ladder whenever you’re hovering the edge. We could sit together and read the people walking below.
I want tall homes and low skies so that you know life is never just over but it can always start over and over and over.
If I could, I’d never let your shoulders slump or your feet drag on the way to bed. But we’d pick each other up again, again and again.