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"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."
- C.S. Lewis

My dear ones.

When she won her Americorp award, we all felt like we won it
When she hurt her ankle a week before the Nutcracker, we all were wounded
When she finished her thesis, we all were relieved
When she tucked her top lip in, we all followed
When she lost her hair, we all felt bald
When she danced, we all performed in the seats
When she became a teacher, we all learned
When she acted younger, we were all ten all over again.