Sometimes I think Atticus Finch ruined me for all other men. I wonder if he ruined Harper Lee. And if ruined is such a bad word.
Thank you, sweet Shelby, for reminding me of that.
One day a long time ago my Dad told me that once I knew true love I would know that everyday you wake up and think you could never love this person more than you love them today. But the next day you awake to find you love them more than you did yesterday. And everyday after it is the same way.