rest any way you want to

"You're naive," she says.

And I know better than to fight with her because she is always, always, always right,
but

I want at least one thing to work like I think it should.



Today I am grateful to ride in a fancy car, to dance with my brother, to laugh with my cousin, to talk with my kid, to take as many naps as could fit, to meet new people, to eat new food, to hear from him.

To trust it will all be alright.