"It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside." ••Maud Hart Lovelace

 A day is coming when you are going to hug your last hug, kiss your last kiss and hear someone's voice for the very last time, but you never know when the last time will be, so live everyday as if it were the last time you will be with the person that you love.

LIFE IS SHORT  ....  DON'T TAKE IT FOR GRANTED

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Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
-Shakespeare