“Everybody told me that we wouldn’t even last a year. What does that mean? Why would somebody say that? Sure, we’re young. And sure, I’ll even admit we’re a little stupid, but you know what you feel. And we knew what we felt. We knew that what we had was something that doesn’t come around often. So, you’re goddamn right that we sewed it to our skins. It connected us—our love connected us. Without the love, who knows… This baby in my belly will be a child made by Love. Hand-crafted, molded by the perfect hands of Love. I don’t want to hear about your god—the only sort of ‘divinity,’ that I wish to believe in is the ultimate power of Love. So, my child and young husband and I will experience everything with an overwhelming coat of spirituality because we are all fused by Love. A chemical, artistic, spiritual ultimate connection.”