It'll be like this, Grace. You'll dream big, huge even. Crazy, crazy dreams of running outside and dancing in the sunlight. Even when it's still too cold and people say, No.
But you'll still try 'cause that's what you do.
You couldn't hold yourself back if you wanted to.
Then you'll ask for help 'cause you'll always need help, Grace.
You can't do it all on your own, sweetie.
But you already knew that.
You just came to remind the rest of us.
Today I am grateful for what we hear when we see.