When I meet them, will I know ? What will they look like, will my world slow? 

The little girl continued to probe as her Mom tucked her into bed. Every night , with a smile and a kiss upon the forehead. She thought for a minute and then replied…. 

Wait and see. It’s different for you , than it was for me. For everyone’s love story is their own, and when you find yours, you’ll finally be home. 
-JM 

“And he’d say, that’s the way that it goes. But don’t forget, it goes the other way too. That’s the way romance is. Usually, that’s the way it goes. But every once in awhile… it goes the other way too. “ – True Romance