Stop Fighting. Everyone's A Person Too. And

I Think People Are Always Nostalgic For A Time About 20 Years Before They Were Born.

The Smell Of Roses, My Children's Bright Eyes And Smiles, Laughing With My Husband, Walking On The Beach, Using My Hands To Do Crafts Or Play Guitar, Brainstorming, And Drinking Coffee, Really Good Coffee.

I Don't Think I Can Tell Any Stories About How I Lived In A Van In Alaska. I Grew Up In The Suburbs, I Even Had My Own Room. We Weren't Poor. Everything Was Very Normal.

You Tried To Hide Between The Lines Of A Story Never Told.

You Are The Treasure Custodian, Cleaning The Moon For Me, Scouring The Sky So The Stars Would Shine Bright.