Some Kind of Perfect (Calloway Sisters #5)

by Krista Ritchie

As Lo looks at me and as I look at Lo, I see the little boy who chased me around my family’s parlor. I see the teenager who relentlessly teased me, who stuck his tongue in my ear. Who pinched my cheeks. Who said mean things after drinking bourbon. Who held me as I fell fast asleep. I see my best friend.

His strength courses through vital parts of my soul, and I inhale a heartier breath. We’re so much better together than we are separate. I wouldn’t have said that at our beginning, but now, it’s truer than anything I know.

MY ANGELS

“‘You have a place in my heart no one else could ever have.’”

I wonder how many people meet the person they once were and feel like they’re staring at a stranger. I’m happy my son will never meet that man. I’m happy Lily has the husband she deserves. And I’m happy for me. Because I finally love who I am.

my role model is Loren Hale

Rose paints women as the superheroes they are, and she bolsters this truth until our daughter believes she is one too.

“What are you thinking?” I whisper. “How breathtaking dreams are when you meet them.”

SO BEAUTIFUL

I did, of course. I thrived without parents, but this expression, this exchange with my daughter, holds an incredible amount of value to me. I’m necessary in my children’s lives. It’s not a weakness on their part. Can you help me? Always. I will always help them.

CC LEARNING HOW TO LOVE IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO LITERATURE ok thank you that’s all

“Moffy…?” “Yeah, Mommy.” “I’m okay. I’m your mommy, and I worry about you so much. But you never have to worry about me. Your job is to play, be the big brother to Luna, read comic books and run around the yard. The last thing you need to do is worry about me.” His face falls. “But I love you.”

sobbing unwell I love them

“Every mountain reminds me of you.”

Jane lets out an angry, shrill scream. “I hate this! There are too many boys!” I know, my gremlin.

my angel I love you Janie

“I hear your heart.”

my cobalt tattoo

I murmur just as softly, “And what sound is my heart making?” His words dive deep into me. “It beats—it beats.” He whispers against my lips, “It beats in equal time with mine.”

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