But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you cant forgive yourself for.

I love you enough to never make you choose.

Friends are the family you choose NinIthilnin Elven rogue.

As mothers and daughters we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine keeping me straight and true. She is my blood making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.

I may not always be with you But when were far apartRemember you will be with meRight inside my heart

Parents were the only ones obligated to love you from the rest of the world you had to earn it.

Thats what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when youre not so lovable.

When God Created MothersWhen the Good Lord was creating mothers He was into His sixth day of overtime when the angel appeared and said. Youre doing a lot of fiddling around on this one. And God said Have you read the specs on this order She has to be completely washable but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands. The angel shook her head slowly and said. Six pairs of hands.... no way. Its not the hands that are causing me problems God remarked its the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have. Thats on the standard model asked the angel. God nodded. One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks What are you kids doing in there when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldnt but what she has to know and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. I understand and I love you without so much as uttering a word. God said the angel touching his sleeve gently Get some rest tomorrow.... I cant said God Im so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower. The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. Its too soft she sighed. But tough said God excitedly. You can imagine what this mother can do or endure. Can it think Not only can it think but it can reason and compromise said the Creator. Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. Theres a leak she pronounced. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model. Its not a leak said the Lord Its a tear. Whats it for Its for joy sadness disappointment pain loneliness and pride. You are a genius said the angel. Somberly God said I didnt put it there.

HAPPINESS is ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED

Lord behold our family here assembled. We thank You for this place in which we dwell for the love accorded us this day for the hope with which we expect the morrow for the health the work the food and the bright skies that make our lives delightful for our friends in all parts of the earth. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind. Spare us to our friends soften us to our enemies. Bless us if it may be in all our innocent endeavors if it may not give us strength to endure that which is to come that we may be brave in peril constant in tribulation temperate in wrath and in all changes of fortune and down to the gates of death loyal and loving to one another. We beseech of you this help and mercy for Christs sake.