A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
~ Honore de Balzac
-----Chris: (as we prepared to leave for day 1 of our staycation adventure): This will be the last time we do something -- the four of us.
Maddie: Why is that?
Chris: Because I'm sure one of us will be dead by the end of the day.
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