I watched my whole family, all except Roger Pickle, lodge themselves in the middle row, where they could see me and cheer for me when I took the stage.
I could duel if they were with me. I could do anything if they were with me. My fears were monster big. But their love for me was bigger. Fear seems like all the world when it takes hold of me; it’s all I dream about, think about, and see. But it was love taking hold of me right then. And love is the whole universe — so wide I can’t even see the edges of it.
Love is wild and wonderful.
Love is blue skies and stardust.