I Still Try To Make The "next"

You Bring Your Own Weather To The Picnic.

The Ugliest Truth, In The End, Was Still Better Than The Prettiest Of Lies.

You Want This So Badly—this Second Chance, This Chance At Real Redemption—that You Can’t See The Truth.

Being A Parent Is Not For The Faint Of Heart. I May Joke About Knowing Fear, But The Fact Is, The First Time I Ever Knew Real Fear Was The Day Charlotte, My First Child, Was Born. Suddenly There Is Someone In The World You Care About More Than Anything.

That’s The Problem With Falling In Love. It Makes You Start Talking Like A Bad Country Song