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“Her voice softened, but it was no less angry. It was the frigid east wind in her voice as she added, “It’s hard to unlock a heart that is being trampled, Grant. Over and over and over again,”
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
“But, Scarlett couldn’t say that because then she might start admitting the rest. That she was terrified to love again. That she was hurt. That she was afraid. So afraid. The very idea of even opening that door in her mind made her feel broken inside.”
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
“And Scarlett hated herself, HATED herself for trying to change for someone else, but she had so wanted the fairytale.”
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
“It’s like that. Before you’re a parent, you’re like the Grinch. Your heart is sizes smaller than it could be, and you never know that your heart is too small because that’s all you’ve ever felt.”
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
“She knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to LOVE and be loved. She wanted to fall asleep in someone’s arms and wake to someone kissing her temple. She wanted to feel wanted. To feel needed. To feel desired. She wanted to feel.”
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
“You know before you have kids, people would tell you—they change everything. That life is so much better with them. That it’s impossible to explain the way being a parent can effect you?” Henna nodded, eyes fixed on Scarlett’s face. “It’s like that. Before you’re a parent, you’re like the Grinch. Your heart is sizes smaller than it could be, and you never know that your heart is too small because that’s all you’ve ever felt.” To keep busy, Scarlett started making her girls favorite cookies. Monster cookies, all sweets—no nuts. “And then this little person enters your life and they’re helpless and squalling and so much work. But somehow, caring for that little person—your heart grows and grows and grows and the way you view everything changes. And suddenly—you’re a different person.”
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
― Bedtimes and Broomsticks
