that's how she got her name. her brother told me I was growing a lily pad in my stomach a week before we found out we were pregnant. so when you ask me about faith all I can see is that moment. his bed head, shuffling to the bathroom in the early morning, stopping for a moment in front of me, cocking his head to the side, sensing her, and then carrying on with his day, as if the entire world didn't just crack open and spill everything across the sea.
messy-haired, guest bedroom, pajama snuggle parties are my love language.