i knew. i did not want to wake up. the weight of a deferred dream and none of the faith with which to handle it. somehow you coerced me into waking up. and i had a real pleasant time. all of these things i should come to know as grace, our together-waddling, your parents intense-loving interest in your life (and mine). the coffee you make me. your desire to love my heart, the Lord working on your heart