As each day returns, you rise intending to do the best you can. Willing to do what must be done.
Happy if sunshine be your portion. But if the day be marred by rain, you pray for strength to make it through.
In a world that rocks and rolls, you are now
content to dance slow. Some days the race to be won is no more than walking a bit. And the finish line may be no further away than the kitchen...or the end of the driveway.
