As friends we are like little birds who chirp across the fence, we catch up on all the "why's" and "what has happened since?" The morning glory of your heart keeps blooming all the time, I have to say it's gentle vine has wrapped round this heart of mine. We help each other spread our wings, and try our best to fly, sometimes we flutter to the ground, only to give it another try! So, thank you, gentle friend of mine, for helping me to see that friends are one of God's great gifts, and he gave you to me! …THOUGHTS TO PONDER… There are no traffic jams along the extra mile. In the hopes of reachingthe moon, we sometimes fail to see the flowers that blossom at our feet.Today is the oldest you've ever been, yet the youngest you'll ever be…so enjoy this day while it lasts!