October 2011
How-
how over lunch, mid-bite even, I ask you if you think you can always love me and you say yes and I believe you,
how people drift in and out of your life in the most graceful and not graceful ways sometimes and yet all of the words in the hymnbooks stay the exact same and still sound beautiful no matter how poorly you sing,
how things always have such a funny way of falling into place whether you spent a lot of time worrying about them or no time worrying at all (and I always, always pick the former),
how I have known the kind of happiness that makes you scream and lose your voice and jump up and down until you slip right off a bleacher,
how great my family sounds even four hundred miles away,
I deserve none of this, and love all of it. So much.
“I want you to know this and I want you to carry this with you for the rest of your days. No one makes fun of Tim Allen on my watch and gets away with it.”
—Johnny Depp
