“Mark Twain said, “The two most important days in your life is the day you were born and the day you find out why”I don't remember the day I was born but I remember the day I found out why.His name was Deuce.He was my “why”.And this is our story.It is not a pretty one. Some parts of it are downright ugly.But it’s ours.And because I believe everything happens for a reason, I wouldn’t change a thing”

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.”

“‎The most important days in your life are the day you were born........and the day you find out why.”

“I met a man named Birthday. I didn’t tell him when I was born, because I thought that that one day in my life, a day I don’t even remember, might define his own identity, and I didn’t want to make him cry.”

“Ah, the good ol’ days. I remember those days. That was before your time. It was before my time too, because I didn’t have a watch, and I hadn’t been born yet.”

“I went home that day, and I wrote your name over and over on a piece of paper. I must have written it a hundred times. My mom found the paper a few days later in my sock drawer. She wanted to know why I'd done that..."I wanted to know why more than anything I'd ever remembered wanting, but a part of me hoped he'd chicken out."I told her I liked the way your name made my heart jump.”