Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: You don't give up.
Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly. The happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends on our ability, on waking, to pick it up.
I sent angels to your bed to wake you up and I asked them to surround your heart with LOVE, touch your face with a ROSE, kiss your head and wish you a very GOOD MORNING........