I Am Drawn To The

So Much Depends Upon A Blue Car Splattered With Mud Speeding Down The Road.

Each Child Brings So Much Joy And Hope Into The World, And That Is Reason Enough For Being Here. As You Grow Older, You Will Contribute Something Else To This World, And Only You Can Discover What That Is.

I Wish That Every Baby Everywhere Could Land In A Family That Wanted That Baby As Much As We Want Ours.

What I Have Since Realized Is That If People Expect You To Be Brave, Sometimes You Pretend That You Are, Even When You Are Frightened Down To Your Very Bones.

Why Do People Not Listen When You Say No? Why Do They Think You Are Too Stupid Or Too Young To Understand? Why Do They Think You Are Too Shy To Reply? Why Do They Keep Badgering You Until You Will Say Yes?