That bundle I carried in my chest, the one that inflated when I heard about our triumphs, the one that ached with our losses, the same place where my love for Rose nested and the painful memories were enshrined and mourned: from there came the push, and I set off running.
If you didn't love this book, you either didn't read this far or you don't have a heart.
This entire book could exist just for this one moment and it would be enough. It would be more than enough.
