“Where are we?' the mouse child asked his father. His voice was tiny in the stillness of the night. 'I don't know' the father replied. 'What are we Papa?'. 'I don't know. We must wait and see'.”

“A father knows his child's heart, as only a child can know his fathers.”

“Remember that our Heavenly Father knows us perfectly and knows what's best for us . . . . Surely, His knowledge is greater than ours. We just have to have faith in Him. If we don't, well, that doesn't change what happened, it just makes us more miserable because we refuse to trust His will. Our Heavenly Father wants us to have joy. And happiness. But we need to look for those opportunities that give us joy. If we don't, what would be the purpose for existing?”

“Don't worry, God understands,' Mom said. 'He knows that your father is a cross we must bear.”

“I don't know what sort of occasion I was waiting for...because everyday was a special occasion with your father.”

“What if we have a child together?"His jaw dropped. "That won't happen. I don't need more kids.""What if I do?""Then you'd better find yourself another father for them.""Before, during, or after our marriage?"His lids dropped lower over his azure gaze, "I don't know if I've ever met anyone who can jump-start my asshole gene like you do.”