maybe they are children looking at their parents and so our lives began when they began and everything else they colored in with fat crayons any way they wanted.
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The stories that are familiar will always be our favorites.
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We are swimming through eternity, my daughters’ bright mermaid legs kicking out towards deeper water. I stay beneath the surface and marvel for as long as my lungs can hold.
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Memories are then replaced by different joys and larger sorrows, and unbelievably, those things get knocked aside as well
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The painful things you were certain you’d never be able to let go? Now you’re not entirely sure when they happened, while the thrilling parts, the heart-stopping joys, splintered and scattered and became something else.
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There is no explaining this simple truth about life: you will forget much of it.
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“You’re so gross. You should be a vet,”
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Like every other mother in the history of time, I wondered if I would ever be able to love another child as much as I loved her.
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And so I would hold her. You don’t forget that, even if your daughters have grown and been gone for years and then come home.
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I’ve made a point never to think of him at all, except that now I am thinking of him.