Childlikefaithfulness.

"My chest feels full of glitter and helium, the way it used to when I was little, and riding my father's shoulders at twilight, when I knew that if I held up my hands and spread my fingers like a net, I could catch the coming stars."

-Jodi Piccoult, My Sister's Keeper.

I blogged this about a year ago. And today, it still hits the same way it did when I first read it. When I stood under the blanket of starmoonlight, I just couldn't believe You did it all for me.

Oneday, oneday, sometimesoon.