...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...

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.

It's summer and time for wandering...

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

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

God chose to save you for a purpose

Sooner or later you will meet the person you are busy becoming and you'll either be celebrating or regretting base on the choices you making today.

Time and attention are the most precious gifts we can give.

Love is blind but boundless in vision.

Errors are not in the art but in the artificers.

Promoting healthy lifestyles and encouraging fitness are so important for our children's development and reducing the nation's epidemic of childhood obesity.

Mediocrity is always in a rush; but whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing with consideration. For genius is nothing more nor less than doing well what anyone can do badly.

I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing.

How can we expect our children to know and experience the joy of giving unless we teach them that the greater pleasure in life lies in the art of giving rather than receiving.

if everyone could just be happy with themselves and the choices people around them make, the world would instantly be a better place!