"I was in Love once. I think Love is a little piece of Heaven. When I was in Love, I thought about that girl so much I felt like I was going to die and it was beautiful, and she loved me too, or at least I thought she did, and we were not about ourselves, we were about each other, and that is what I mean when I say being in Love a bit of Heaven. When I was in Love I hardly thought of myself; I thought of her and how beautiful she looked and whether or not she was cold and how I could make her laugh. It was wonderful because I forgot my problems. I owned her problems instead, and her problems seemed romantic and beautiful. When I was in Love there was somebody in this world who was more important then me, and that, given all that happened at the fall of man, is a miracle, like something God forgot to curse."
Donald Miller
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Unicorns, Tsunamis and 3rd Chances
Tsunamis, they're not so famous in Japan. Does anyone else think Mother Nature is giving us all the finger???
5 years, 2 miss oppurtunities, 1 more chance to turn it into something wonderful. It's special and scary and everything I want but never knew I cared for. Wish me Luck
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Christchurch
My Thoughts and Prayers go out to people of Christchurch tonight, I hope you are all safe and well.
India and Gracie I'm thinking of you and missing you both very much. Please please keep safe
xoxo
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Grandma's Are Just Antique Little Girls
Going to be spending one amazing weekend with my beautiful Grandma.
Why is it that Dauhgters clash so hugely with their Mommas, but adore their Grandmothers to no end??
A lovely day at the beach followed by a lazy Sunday organising her sewing room...bliss :)
Inspiration Motivation and Antici.......pation
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Saint Valentine
Piglet: "How do you spell Love?"
Winnie: "It's not something you spell...it's something you feel."
I miss you more everyday, but I know if you wanted it as much as I did we wouldn't be so far apart.
Put down your golden revolver and come away with me in the night xoxo
Winnie: "It's not something you spell...it's something you feel."
I miss you more everyday, but I know if you wanted it as much as I did we wouldn't be so far apart.
Put down your golden revolver and come away with me in the night xoxo
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