The things that matter the most in this world, they can never be held in our hand.
Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.
I'm not what I want to be. I'm not what I'm going to be. But, thank God, I'm not what I was!
Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all.
Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.
Tradition gives us a sense of solidarity and roots, a knowing there are some things one can count on.