Rex Allen McCoy
Sippin a Timmy's in London
We're all naive and gullible, until we get bitter.
Home is where you're rooted, I've been to Quebec, it's very old and beautiful, but I found most of its hearts, stone cold.
There's no place like home, especially to a warm heart like yours.
God knew that those children of yours were going to need a very special mother, one with great strengths and kindness, one who could 'persevere'
He chose you.
Mistake of your parents? ... perhaps
Gift from God? .... perhaps
Mistake in God's master plan? ... I don't think so