Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. It's a blessing to die, because you can so easily die for nothing.

A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years and in your heart until the day you die. Love is all fun and games until she loses an eye…or gets pregnant. The distance doesn't matter when you love someone so much.

This ain't dying, this is living.