Oh, wise young judge.
Oh, it is wonderful to wake up in the morning with things to look forward to!
...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.
Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.
I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.