“Pretty sure you are everything,” he told me, squeezing me hard enough to make it hard to breathe for a second before releasing, taking a step back. “You want coffee?”
To that, my lips curved up too.
Big enough for my cheeks to hurt.
There were only a few certainties in life.
Baby goats were the cutest.
All dogs deserve a second chance.
I loved Ranger more than I even knew was possible.
And I would always, always have coffee.