A shop bought card saying Get Well Soon. Didn't seem to fit the bill. This hand made card hopes that pretty soon... ...You'll be galloping up that hill.

Six happy years together Such a perfect matching You're entering the 7 year itch zone This is no time for scratching

Take life with a pinch of salt A shot of tequila and a wedge of lime Do nothing at all But take your time

The greatest gift I ever had Came from God; I call him Dad!

May today be filled With bright hopes for the future And happy memories of the past

It started with a simple ring, You became husband and wife, You progressed to being parents And you're still best friends for life.

May every memory that you share Of dreams you've seen come true, Help make this special anniversary day A happy one, for the two of you

Goodbyes are not forever Goodbyes aren't final, when You only mean we'll miss you Until we meet again

May you always be each other's best friend, May your mutual love continue to be so May your successful marriage continue to thrive May love flourish, prosper, bloom and grow

It's all flags, fireworks, family, food and fun That's July Four July Five, the fun is done The fireworks are no more

You really must stop acting Like a 20-year-old, gold plated In a midlife crisis You just graduated Happy 60th

Use time to be a seeker of the Kingdom

Perhaps if I'd had God in my life growing up I would have been able to understand the total and complete unfairness of the universe rewarding mean girls

...returning to nature has been a dream present in the minds of every generation since mankind first left nature.

Love is pleasure accompanied by the idea of an external cause, and hatred pain accompanied by the idea of an external cause.

The only people who really love the '80s are millennials. We had Reagan and Bush for our entire youth, the culture was terrible, the fashions were terrible, the movies were terrible.

Our choices at all levels-individual, community, corporate and government-affect nature. And they affect us.

Beware of the differences that blind us to the unity that binds us.

There is no pleasure subtler than the sensation of being a good workman; and in work there is the sense of consanguinity-unconscious as a rule but sometimes conscious.

I definitely would like to do some more dramatic roles.