Sunday Citar: Hope is the thing with feathers

Team Caroline

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.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

EMILY DICKINSON

This is one of Caroline's favorite sayings. 

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. 

xoxo ra