Sunday, March 28, 2010

There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.

May your life be filled with beautiful sunsets, great waves and sand between your toes.

A world to be born under your footsteps…

You don’t raise heroes; you raise sons.

Even when freshly washed and relieved of all obvious confections, children tend to be sticky.

Baby’s fishing for a dream, fishing near and far. His line a silver moonbeam is, his bait a silver star.

In the eyes of a child…there is joy, there is laughter… there is hope, there is trust, a chance to shape the future…