I have had the pleasure of raising a critter, of petting her soft belly and praising her for peeing in appropriate places. I have loved long and hard and given up on things I shouldn't have and fallen again. I've done my best making a home in a place where I was told would 'never really feel like home.' I have ridden bikes and laid on the grass and the sand and been burned in the sun and came back to do it all over again. I have lied and behaved cowardly and confessed and smiled and fallen again.
For all these things, and if nothing changes, I have lived.