I love it.

Last time I saw this much glimmer, my eyes ran a half-marathon.

I love you and thank God for you, Quinny.
You teach me more about Love than fits in a million poems.

P.S. Unfairly happy = story of my life.

P.P.S. If someone wanted to give you better than you deserve, would you let ’em?
What if it cost them a lot to do that?

…not a rhetorical question.
I struggle letting someone buy a cup of coffee for me…
let alone wash my feet.