What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.
Where the loser saw barriers, the winner saw hurdles.
A blogger is an average person who happens to have a need to count his friends every half hour.
Among life's regrets is all the time wasted being early for everything.
We are known to our friends by a look in our eyes that we never see in a mirror.
God sends the dawn that we might see the might-have-beens that still might be.