Light the Night Leukemia Walk.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
So it just seemed right for today.
It was an honor in the midst of everything this week
has been to take a step back
and walk, pray, and celebrate Caroline and her fight.
Life is so precious guys.