Sarah gives me one more squeeze, thanks me for the ice cream, then starts up the steps. She pauses at the door. “Do you like me the way I am? Slow and messy and talking too much?” I smile. “I like you lots, just the way you are.” She grins, a beautiful sight. “My mom did too. She wrote it in a letter for me before her cancer got too bad. She said on the days where I felt unlovable, she hoped someone would remind me that I was. Thanks for making me feel lovable today, Jaxon. I hope your family helps you feel lovable on your hard days too.”
