And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

by Fredrik Backman

“We had too little time,” he says. She shakes her head. “We had an eternity. Children and grandchildren.” “I only had you for the blink of an eye,” he says. She laughs. “You had me an entire lifetime. All of mine.” “That wasn’t enough.”

“We lived an extraordinarily ordinary life.” “An ordinarily extraordinary life.”