20 July 2007

true love~


nothing says "i love you, mom," like bunches of spontaneously picked flowers and leaves...
unless it's from the five year old, and then nothing says "i love you" like some "shiny" rocks....
some women measure love by jewelry or other finery....well, you can give me a pile of flowers and shiny rocks any day...

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"How can it be a large career to tell other people’s children about arithmetic, and a small career to tell one’s own children about the universe? How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone, and narrow to be everything to someone? No; a woman’s function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is minute. I will pity Mrs. Jones for the hugeness of her task; I will never pity her for its smallness." ~GK Chesterton

2012 November

2012 November