In the eulogy by the graveside, I told everyone how my sister and I used to sing to each other on our birthday. I told them that, when I thought of my sister, I could still hear her laughter, sense her optimism, and feel her faith. I told them that my sister was the kindest person I;ve ever known, and that the world was a sadder place without her in it. And finally, I told them to remember my sister with a smile, like I did, for even though she was being buried near my parents, the best parts of her would always stay alive, deep within our hearts.

Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.

If some lives form a perfect circle, other take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand. Loss has been part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious. So has love for which I can only be grateful.

and there had been times when he wished he'd been born into a different family.

and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her.

Life doesn't often turn out the way we think it will, does it?

For desert, maybe we can split a couple of crumbs.