As I overthink I am blessed to fill my days with the carefree simplicity of youth. Sixth grade minds astonish me with great clarity. They are honest and undaunted while I allow fear to intrude on my days. These children find it so easy to say "I love you" while so many more of us struggle to form the words. As adolescents they are better people than I have hoped to become.

For so many of us as technology, text messages and email take over where the handwritten thank you card and love letter left off. Problematic in my mind as I have every single card I have *ever* been sent organized in sentimental "rubber banded packages" from my first high school love to the Christmas cards I recieved this year, Days that I have felt alone, I can be reminded with something tangible! I can hold love in my hands.

I have saved every single one. I worried for these young souls. Would they be controlled by forms of communication that I find "cold and unfeeling?" No. We... the masses which label ourselves the "grown ups" must continue to show them what is real and good. Love floating into a mailbox is a tiny start.

This little website and project is here to simply send sunshine to those that you...love. To those that struggle and suffer while there is nothing that we can do because we have no real control. These are problems that the collective "we" cannot solve.... yet. The cures are out of our hands yet are in "someones". They will be found! I pray in my life time. I believe.

I longed for children. I wondered "Why not me?" I would be an awesome Mom. Then God gave me... hundreds of them in the form of the classroom. I am so blessed. My kids and I BELIEVE. We believe in your cure. We believe you and your loved one CAN endure. We believe in daily reminders, paying it forward and random acts of kindness. Most of all we believe that we can cheerlead for those who must withstand more than we can imagine and.... survive.

This website is dedicated to Gregory Ford. A man who has been a constant in my life while I stuggled with my own health. Greg has stayed with me while I did not deserve his friendship. And I *will* be his voice. While my own tiny illness felt catastrophic to me Greg suffered and continues to *survive* Lou Gehrigs disease. "There, but for the grace of God, go I." Greg was in the prime of his life when this wretched disease began stealing pieces. We must... find a cure.
Mr. Ford... I love you..