I would like to dedicate this book to my son Winter Wolfe. He is the weight missing from my arms, he is the occupier of my heart, he is the love that lifts my spirits.

I would like to dedicate this book to Áron Matzon. His life inspired his mother to draw the most beautiful illustrations. Without him, this would be a book of many words but not a single picture. He connected two mothers and countless others.

I would like to dedicate this book to every single spark of life that has left this world so swiftly but never without meaning. Teeny tiny lives, monumental love.