God. Give them the courage to put an index finger to my mid-sentence lips and say, “I accept your intellectual armor. I admire you for something else.”

God. Give them the carnal creativity to leave NC-17 post-its about my anatomy on my computer screen so I know I’m loved for superficial reasons.

God. Give me restless curiosity to ask about every axiom, pet-peeve, hidden delight and phobia they’ve ever had, or are having, or think they will have.

God. Give me the stamina for selflessness, so at every situation, I understand what they want, what they need, and what I can do.

God. Give us one another.