“Sometimes now when you crawl into my lap and settle against me and I feel that light, quick strength of your body and the weightiness of your head, when you're cold from playing in the sprinkler or warm from your bath at night, and you lie in my arms and fiddle with my beard and tell me what you've been thinking about...I imagine your child self finding me in heaven and jumping into my arms and there is a great joy in the thought...Adulthood is a wonderful thing, and brief. You must be sure to enjoy it while it lasts.”