As I'm braiding her hair for crazy hair day:
"I decided I DO want to get married. I definitely do. But whenever I think about getting married or dating I just get worried. I mean, I don't know how to fall in love or what. I'm not sure how to meet a boyfriend, or how to have a boyfriend. Maybe you can help me, Mom, maybe when I'm older, like in middle school, you can help me with the boyfriend stuff. You can tell me what to do."
I melt in a puddle on the floor.
I am on the edge of my seat: WHO WILL SHE DATE, WHO WILL SHE MARRY? I can't stand it, My mind builds a house and locks her inside, never to release. How can she be in this world, in all her fragility? I think my throat can't handle this type of lump.