I’ll run my fingertips over the vows on his skin and the birds on his back. A hummingbird for Sage, a crow for Micah, a red-tailed hawk for Silas, a swallow for Sam, and a wren for me. I asked him if he knew that wrens mated for life when he got it, to which he laughed and said no. I got a matching wren on my hip last Christmas, because if he can carry all of them, I can carry him.
