For the yesterdays and todays, and the tomorrows I can hardly wait for - Thank you.

Life has a way of getting what it wants when it really knows what it wants.

We're so arrogant, aren't we? So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it. We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone. Someone who doesn't drive you to commit murder or doesn't humiliate you beyond repair.

She wanted to be irresponsible, she wanted to be looked after, to be told that she didn't have to worry about a thing and that someone else would take care of everything. How easy life would be without having grown-up problems to worry about. And then she could grow up all over again.

There were hundreds of them spread across the floor, each telling its own tale of triumph or sadness, each letter representing a phase in her life. She had kept them all.

To new beginnings. To the pursuit of...somethingness.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with returning to the house you grew up in every now and again. It's good for the soul.