This book. This wonderful, astonishing, profound book. It’s deep and true. It’s touching and painful. It is all that is, or should be, home and heart and family and love and devotion. It’s sacrifice and joy. It holds trauma and healing, belief and loss. It sings with frailty and humanity and hope and joy… And love. So much love. All that love can be, should be, is. In all honesty, I feel as if I was given a most precious, rare, world-shifting gift. Like the vast piece of me that I didn’t know was empty has been filled and refilled and continues that cycle. I am, in all honesty, humbled and grateful for having the privilege of reading it.
*rushes away to hide tears*