There is something in the air to tell us summer is near. This is the time of the year when people want to live– to laugh, to love, and to laugh some more.
Some will live, others will not. Sometimes we think someone’s time is up. The next day he bounces back again…
Time after time, never failing to inspire.
He asked me for some fairy dust, because I was the one with Pixie hair. This was the closest to a magic wand I could find–
I told him it’d be a perfect gift to his wife. The both laughed.
Perhaps he will live through another summer, through another anniversary.