richelle-goodrich

The search only ends when you finally find the one who truly gets you.

Who cares who's right or wrong when the last word is a kind apology?

It is a sweet thing to have someone love you, but it is a far sweeter thing when his actions convince your heart, and his words persuade your soul.

Rare and precious gifts,gold and myrrh and frankincense,to offer a king.

Wilted or in bloom,taking or lending daylight,the world transitions.

You can't make me be nice.You can't make me be good.You can't make me be

It's too bad we're not all teddy bears. More stuffing would only make us cuter and cuddlier.

I dreamed my shoulders held up the sky for a thousand hawks that squawked and cawed and beat their feathered wings against the hotness of the day. I supported their flight, watching and marveling, until sweat dripped from my body, and groans crossed my lips over fatiguing muscles. Choosing to let the sky fall, I awoke. My eyes opened to a cast of hawks gripping me in their talons. They supported my weight, hauling me high above the clouds through a blue expanse of heaven. And though they struggled__quawking and flapping wearily__ever once did a single bird release its hold.

It wasn't a kiss that changed the frog, but the fact that a young girl looked beneath warts and slime and believed she saw a prince. So he became one.

You are not my sunshine. Sorry. You're more like a gust of arctic wind that bursts in and blows out all the candles when the door cracks open.

Minutes turn into hours_that add up to days_amounting to weeks_that become _months_melting into yearsaccumulating for decadesto pile up for centuriesand ultimately form minutes again__ust on a grander, divine scale.

Reading...inspires,enlightens,nurtures,refines,educates,informs,transforms,persuades,challenges,engages, entertains,mesmerizes,captivates,gratifies,rewards,quiets,and calms.Granted, it won't get the dishes done,but sacrifices must be made.

Teach me to sing and recite,To whistle and jingle and strum.Teach me to color and paint,To sculpt and weave and create.Teach me to sway and dance,To tap and leap and twirl.Teach me to laugh and giggle,To tickle and play and pretend.Teach me that life is beautiful.

The Harvest Moon glows round and bold,In pumpkin shades outlined in gold,Illuminating eerie forms,Unnatural as a candied corn.Beware what dare crawls up your sleeve,For 'tis the night called Hallows Eve.

Despair is not for the living but for those unable to rise and continue; they are the only souls with a right to it. It is an end where breath and strength and will have vanished, leaving no way to persevere. To sink into the abyss that is despair is to suffer an existence far worse than death; therefore, cling to its enemy, our ally__ope. For life goes on, and we must not live in despair. We must not.

It is in the coldest months that hugs linger snug, and they warm the soul the most.

A whiff of fresh mintthat tastes like strawberry pie.Your kisses tempt me.

Southern DADDY__andy At Doin_ Diapers Y__ll!