As Carrie Fisher Once Said In A

Marriage Should Be About Fun,” She Says Gently. “it’s About Friendship, And Laughter, And Trust, And Fun. If It’s Not Fun, If You Take It All Too Seriously, What’s The Point? You Know I’ve Been With Andy For Fifteen Years, And The Reason It Still Works Is Because He’s My Best Friend And He Still Makes Me Laugh. Admittedly, Not All The Time, And Often We Get Completely Bogged Down In Work, And The Kids, And Life, But He’s Still The Person I Most Want To Phone When Anything Happens In Life, And He’s Still The Person Who Makes Me Laugh The Most.

Life, Steffi Has Learned, Carries On Around The Pain, Making Room For It, Absorbing It Until It Becomes Part Of The Daily Fabric, Wrapping Itself Around You And Lodging Itself In Your Heart.

Covers, So Many Covers, So Many Different, Delectable Pictures, And Although, Metaphorically Speaking, It Is The Thing I Hate Most, When It Comes To Literature I Always Judge Books By Their Covers. First The Cover Will Catch My Eye, Then I Read The Back Of The Book, And Then Finally The First Page.

Jules Has Always Been One Of Those Women That Men Go Crazy About Because She Has Enough Self-confidence To Say This Is Me, Take It Or Leave It. And, Invariably, They Take It. Or At Least Try To. They Love The Fact That She Doesn’t Wear Makeup. That Her Clothes, On Her Tiny, Petite Frame, Are A Mishmash Of Whatever She Happens To Pull Out Of The Wardrobe That Morning. That Her Laugh Is Huge And Infectious, And, Most Of All, That She Listens. She Loves Life, And People, And Makes Time For Them, And Even Before Jamie Came Along Men Were Forever Falling In Love With Her.

Anyone Can Live In A House, But Homes Are Created With Patience, Time And Love.