The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Birthday Wishes
No past birthday memories this year. In fact, the day went by without much fanfare. I always get perfume--that's standard. The blessing this year came through words. The words my children wrote in their cards to me. Even through the misspelled words the sentiment was still strong. I'm proud to be considered their friend (even though some say that is impossible) and I'm pleased about the light in which they view me in. In all the years I have had or may have on earth I believe this to be my greatest achievement. If I never leave another mark, I know I've left one on their souls.
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