Baby I don't know if you will ever be back to canncom to see it, but I thought this was appropriate.

I admire the strength with which you have gone off to conquer everything you had left unfinished ten years ago, and am still awed by the man you are becoming. You're making a choice that few people would be able to make with confidence, turning your back on the material success to take better care of your soul.

I love you.
Keep walking down that road less traveled. What you are looking for is at the end of it.


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference


Robert Frost