My wife was out doing a little shopping yesterday and gave me a surprise gift. She bought me a leather bound journal because she knows how much I like to write. This is my first journal ever. Normally I write on the envelopes from our bills or whatever piece of paper that I can find and loose them all the time.

My first entry: "It's ok to paint out of the lines because we are all unique and we are all a masterpiece"

Second entry: "Love is like a butterfly or even a moth, once we are touched wrong we can no longer fly"