Fire Fighter's Wife:
~This might be our merriest adventure yet.
Fire Fighter's Wife:
~Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought from heaven above.
Fire Fighter's Wife:
~RUSTY: Dad, this tree won't fit in our back yard. CLARK: It's not going in the yard, Russ. It's going in the living room.
Fire Fighter's Wife:
~If you run, then allow those first few breaths on a cool Autumn day to FREEZE your lungs and do not just be alarmed, be ALIVE.