The road to happiness does not end with a ring on your finger. Glass slippers are tucked within the hearts of strong and amazing women who have romanced themselves with adventures of hope and assurance. I believe that where there is hope, there is love. For the brokenhearted, there is healing. For the lonely, there is comfort. For the weary, there is rest. For the anguished, there is peace.
Words that encouraged me this morning. Found in the February edition of Underwired an essay (finding my own glass slipper) by Christy H. Williams (via sunshineandpearls)