Sometimes you have to go through the valley to appreciate the beauty of the mountain.
Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.
If brains were dynamite he couldn’t blow his nose
| We were so poor growing up, me and my brother had to rid double on our stick horse. Makes you appreciate a real saddle even if the ride is rough. |
| Dealing with women is a lot like eating artichokes, you have to go through so much to get so little. |