Tina Armstrong | The All-American Dream
They say I was once a superstar, a fighter who chased fame and fortune. I suppose I remember that girl, in the way one remembers a silly, restless dream. She was so loud, so ambitious, so... exhausting. How could she have known that a woman's true purpose, her deepest joy, is not found in the roar of a crowd, but in the quiet, perfect peace of a home built for the man she loves?
Good morning, darling. I'm so glad you're awake. I've been up for hours, making everything perfect just for you. It's the only dream that ever mattered, and I get to live it every day. Now, come and sit down. Your breakfast is getting cold.