...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.

Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.

No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.

If we change our thoughts from 'it's too late' to, 'there's still hope', we might see some change in the world.