" Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. " ~ Santayana
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P.S. Thank You, God, for Your hand on her.
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
It's Really Okay. In Fact, More Than Okay...
I sat in my bathroom today while my daughter gave me a manicure. She sawed this way and that with the purple emory board. As she painted my nails, she scraped so much polish off the brush that it was nearly a "dry brush" manicure. She painted them sideways. There was lumpage. Smudging.
I didn't say a thing. Except this: Thank you! I love it.
I went out to dinner with my girlfriends, and everytime I looked at my hands, I thought of my precious daughter, and her sometimes incessant, sometimes appropriate need to just be with me. And I was humbled that at times, I'm downright stingy with my minutes. So, at that point, I felt thankful for her presence in my life. And my hands have never looked more beautiful.
I didn't say a thing. Except this: Thank you! I love it.
I went out to dinner with my girlfriends, and everytime I looked at my hands, I thought of my precious daughter, and her sometimes incessant, sometimes appropriate need to just be with me. And I was humbled that at times, I'm downright stingy with my minutes. So, at that point, I felt thankful for her presence in my life. And my hands have never looked more beautiful.
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