I woke up this morning to Wesley playing with my hair. When I opened my eyes, he smiled, hugged me and said, "hi, Mommy Ashley." I love him more than anything.
"Spent my days with doctors, and my nights with crooks, and all of them who'd sell me for a song. So I'm here." "Dreams are the eraser dust that I blow off my page; they fade into the emptiness, another dark, gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are just eraser dust, so now I use a pen."
Live life on your own terms and no one else's. At the end of it all, the lessons, the regrets, and the moments, are yours and yours alone; follow your heart.
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