Delight is turning your heavy head
from the dark side of the too wide bed

to see the careful thieving of dawn creeping and breaking
through verdant leaves and blinds left open.

watching tiny wrens toddle through the morning air
with nervous cheeps and awkward fumbling

Sniffing deep, from the belly, the hope of a new morning
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When my grandmother got arthritis,
she couldn't bend over and paint her
toenails anymore. So my grandfather
does it for her all the time, even when
his hands got arthritis too. That's love."

Rebecca - age 8

                                                                        
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                                                            when the sun was bright and the kids came out to play...


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i find myself crying so often these days...
but it's good crying.

it's crying in celebration
of your existence in my life.
it's crying in joy for being able to
share my days with you.

it's crying simply because...i.love.you.

1438.

Remember when you learned about words, when you learned about ( Read more... )

Golly gosh, the girl has gone....mulberry!
(uh...photos in due time, i promise)

                                                                        
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Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

For Christie, because cancer could never take away your happiness.

25.1.04

" This must be what they mean when they say “getting over” someone.

It’s not about not liking them anymore. It’s about forgetting.

Forgetting all the little things- the way he smells, the way he talks,

the way he furrows his brows when he doesn’t understand.

Forgetting all the phrases that were just him. Everything I guess.

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