To my Galway Girl: You’re an angel for seeing my folks. I told you my mom didn’t hate your guts. Well, you know, anymore. You are now standing in my fort where I did all my big thinking. This is where I stood thinking about you after the very first time we met. You didn’t look real to me at first. I never saw so many colors on one girl before but you looked like you belonged out there, all right. You and all your colors. Do you remember the first thing you ever said to me? “I’m lost.” Oh, you didn’t look lost, not to me.