Maybe I can be the cereal, she said. Or no, maybe the milk or perhaps the spoon? I just want youu to start your day with me. I without hesitation thought, then I am the bowl, and I will hold you every single morning.
You giggle, softly, and the sound of laughter leaping from your lungs slows me to a crawl. That laugh, my god that laugh refills all that spilled from me; it is the oxygen mask to the plane crash I have always been. -Tyler Knott Gregson so sweet