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Love is the river of life in this world. Think not that ye know it who stand at the little tinkling rill, the first small fountain. Not until you have gone through the rocky gorges, and not lost the stream; not until you have gone through the meadow, and the stream has widened and deepened until fleets could ride on its bosom; not until beyond the meadow you have come to the unfathomable ocean, and poured your treasures into its depths ~ not until then can you know what love is
Henry Ward Beecher
Top 10 Reasons You Know You're A Mom
1. You can't step into the tub without slipping on a toy.
2. You haven't slept in about a year.
3. Your carpet is covered in stains that look like grape juice, but mysteriously, nobody knows how it happened.
4. When anyone near you is whining you go on autopilot and stick a binky in their mouth.
5. Your idea of a night out is running to the grocery store to get more milk.
6. You know every Hannah Montana song.
7. You fall asleep while doing dishes.
8. Your main source of entertainment is Nickelodeon.
9. You have seen the movie "Wall-E" about 37 times.
10. Those little people running around that call you 'mom'? Yeah, you couldn't be prouder of them.
This is just me having a really bad day, and needing to put my thoughts down. You don't have to read it. . .it's likely nothing relevant to you. . .
Well, we all went up to St. Louis today to see my Grandma at Barnes. She's not doing so great. She's in renal failure, is fighting a bad infection, can't talk, on a ventilator, dialysis. . . and they're taking her off life support on Tuesday. So it's only a matter of time. . . I don't know how to deal with this. . .I don't know if I can handle another death in my life. This f'ing sucks. And my little girl will never get to know her great Grandma. . .never remember how sweet and giving and loving she was. And then I get get home from seeing my grandmother lying in a hospital bed with 10 tubes coming out of her, looking like a bag of bones, not even able to move or talk, and you know what Josh does? Yells about me not having his work clothes washed and calls me dumb and worthless. What a great ending to an already wonderful day, huh?
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born
Child: "God, They tell me you are sending me to Earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"
God: "Among many angels, I chose one. Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."
Child: "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."
God: "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."
Child: "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"
God: "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."
Child: "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"
God: "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."
Child: "I've learned that there are bad men on Earth. Who will protect me?"
God: "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its own life."
Child: "But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."
God: "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."
At that moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."
God: "Her name is not important. You will simply call her 'MOM'."
Love is the same as like except you feel sexier. And more romantic. And also more annoyed when he talks with his mouth full. And you also resent it more when he interrupts you. And you also respect him less when he shows any weakness. And furthermore, when you ask him to pick you up at the airport and he tells you he can't do it because he's busy, it's only when you love him that you hate him.
Judith Viorst
