I realized how much I wished I could be where my mother was. His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother for everything - for her brokenness and her fleeing, for her being there right then in that moment before the sun rose and the hospital staff came in. It was about touching that hair with the side of his fingertip, and knowing yet plumbing fearlessly the depths of her ocean eyes.

I wish that I could live on earth as though I had an infinite supply of time. I feel like time rushes us through our lives too much. We don't feel like we can give people the time they need to feel or to change because we simply don't have it. And that's something I truly long for. Think of what we could do with all the time in the world. But now maybe we do have that time if we make the right decisions while we're here.