My dad smiles and puts his arm around my waist, slow dancing. "This is really weird." I chuckled. He shrugs, "Its normal, Ray." he smiles, twirling me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there.” I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful. — John Green, Looking for Alaska
