The At-home Mother's Life: It Was A

What Shall We Drink To?" "how About Family?" Stacy Said, Showing Up Just In Time To Pour A Fourth Shot. "to Those Who Are Here, Those Who Are Gone, And Those Who Are Lost." And She Clicked Glasses With Mom

To Those Who Are Here, Those Who Are Gone, And Those Who Are Lost.

She Waited For You In A Thousand Different Ways.

The Measure Of A Man Comes Down To Moments, Spread Out Like Dots Of Pain On The Canvas On Life. Everything You Were, Everything You'll Someday Be, Resides In The Small, Seemingly Ordinary Choices Of Everyday Life.....each Decision Seems As Insignificant As A Left Turn On An Unfamiliar Road When You Have No Destination In Mind. But The Decisions Accumulate Until You Realize One Day That They've Made You The Man That You Are.

Stacey: "i'm Surprised You Haven't Thrown Me Out." Comfort: "at Your Current Weight, I'd Need Some Sort Of Catapult.