Life is never going to be smooth sailing, but I've learned to roll with the punches.

So in the end, what is a moment? One action? A single deed? Or is it more? Is a moment like a school of silver fish? The sum of many singular parts forming one cohesive unit? I tend to think so. Because the moment I met Ryan, that was just one of the sum parts.

Everything has beauty," she said, "but not everyone sees it." Her stomach hurt, her eyes burned. "I saw you, Hatter." Her words whispered through the night. "I saw you." She walked away.

Bad boys needed love too. Her boys weren't dangerous-just naughty.

Oh my gosh, she'd cracked. Her mother was right. Too much Wonderland and sugar had finally rotter her brain.

Why any self-respecting fairy godmother would pass them over for an inane twit who relied on animals to do her housecleaning was beyond her.

As I look back on the time I've spent with him, loving him, learning him, I'm grateful for the moments. Because in the end, it's the moments that make life worth living...

Wonderland was wonderful, but without a counterbalance, it could turn it's inhabitants completely insane.