I woke up in the morning with a deep feeling of missing you. Because the distance of eight hour sleep and a silly dream kept us apart for the night. And now I am in your arms and again in your presence.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
It Is That Magic
I wonder what kind of magic these little babies have to make grown-ups fall in love with them. It is hard to resist a smile in their presence, even if the whole day went wrong; it is all the more harder not to have kindness or at list sympathy move the heart when they cry, even if it is for the most little reason and it is almost impossible not to be in admiration of the new things they learn, be it their realization that the finger she just bit is her own or a funny reaction to her own reflection in the mirror.
I wonder what kind of magic these little babies have to make grown-ups fall in love with them. It is hard to resist a smile in their presence, even if the whole day went wrong; it is all the more harder not to have kindness or at list sympathy move the heart when they cry, even if it is for the most little reason and it is almost impossible not to be in admiration of the new things they learn, be it their realization that the finger she just bit is her own or a funny reaction to her own reflection in the mirror.
And when babies grow into children the fun continues: they dream of ladder that can reach heaven or they want a dog instead of brother or sister, they like noodles in their tea and they are not bothered by the minus temperature when playing in snow for hours.
Children are a gift from God and our lives without them would not be as memorable, reflective and fun.
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