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Hugs

It's wondrous what a hug can do.
A hug can cheer you when you're blue.
A hug can say, "I love You so"
Or, "I hate to see you go."
A hug is "Welcome back again,"
And "Great to see you! Where've you been?"
A hug can soothe a small child's pain,
And bring a rainbow after rain.
The hug, there's just no doubt about it. . .
We scarcely could survive without it!
A hug delights and warms and charms,
It must be why God Gave us arms.
Hugs are great for fathers and mothers,
Sweet for sisters, swell for brothers;
And chances are your favorite aunts
Love them more than potted plants.
Kittens crave them, puppies love them;
Heads of states are not above them.
A hug can break the language barrier,
And make travel so much merrier.
No need to fret about your store of 'em;
The more you give, the more there's of em.
So stretch those arms without delay
And give someone a hug today! Author unknown

 

 

 

Wisdom has two parts:
1. Having a lot to say, and
2. not saying it.

Ideas are funny little things. They won't work unless you do.

 

Here's my new motto!

" If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito."    Betty Reese

 

 

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost. G. K.Chesterton

 

This special story was in my Palm Sunday mailbox. I hope you'll love it, too.

A Special Grocery List

Origianl author unknown...

 

Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once.

Visualizing the family needs, she said: 'Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can.'

John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family. The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, 'Do you have a grocery list?'

Louise replied, 'Yes sir.' 'O.K' he said, 'put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries.'

Louise hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.

The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.

The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, 'I can't believe it.'

The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.

The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.

It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said:

'Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands.'

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence.

Louise thanked him and left the store. The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said; 'It was worth every penny of it. Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs.'

 

 

 

 

 

There's a town called Don't-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile,
Where the Cheer-Up and Be-Happy,
Blossoms sweetly all the while.

Where the Never-Grumble flower,
Blooms beside the fragrant Try,
And the Ne're-Give-Up and Patience,
Point their faces to the sky.

In the valley of Contentment,
In the province of I-Will,
You will find this lovely city,
At the foot of No-Fret hill.

There are thoroughfares delightful,
In this very charming town,
And on every hill are shade trees,
Named the Very-Seldom-Frown.

Rustic benches, quite enticing,
You'll find scattered here and there;
And to each a vine is clinging,
The Frequent-Earnest Prayer.

Everybody there is happy,
And is singing all the while,
In the town of Don't-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile
author unknown

 

 

"Always I have a chair for you in the smallest parlor in the world, to wit, my heart."
Emily Dickinson

 

 

NASA & THE BIBLE

Thought this was pretty amazing and interesting! If you know who the original author is, please let me know so I can give credit where credit is due.

 

For all the scientists out there, and for all the students who have a hard time convincing these people regarding the truth of the Bible, here's something that shows God's awesome creation, and that He is still in control.

Did you know that the space program is busy proving that what has been called 'myth' in the Bible is true?

Mr. Harold Hill, President of the Curtis Engine Company in Baltimore, Maryland, and a consultant in the space program, relates the following development.

'I think one of the most amazing things that God has done for us today happened recently to our astronauts and space scientists at Green Belt, Maryland .

They were checking out where the positions of the sun, moon, and planets would be 100 years and 1,000 years from now. We have to know this so we won't send up a satellite and have it bump into something later on in its orbits.

We have to lay out the orbits in terms of the life of the satellite and where the planets will be so the whole thing will not bog down.

They ran the computer measurement back and forth over the centuries, and it came to a halt. The computer stopped and put up a red signal, which meant that there was something wrong with either the information fed into it or with the results as compared to the standards.
They called in the service department to check it out, and they said, 'What's wrong?' Well, they found there is a day missing in space in elapsed time.

They scratched their heads and tore their hair out. There was no answer.

Finally a Christian man on the team said, 'You know, one time I was in Sunday School, and they talked about the sun standing still.' While they didn't believe him, they didn't have an answer either, so they said, 'Show us, '

He got a Bible and went to the book of Joshua where they found a pretty ridiculous statement for any one with 'common sense.'

There they found the Lord saying to Joshua,

'Fear them not, I have delivered them into thy hand; there shall not a man of them stand before Thee.'

Joshua was concerned because he was surrounded by the enemy! And if darkness fell, they would overpower them. So Joshua asked the Lord to make the sun stand still! That's right... 'The sun stood still and the moon stayed and lasted not to go down about a whole day!'
(Joshua 10:12-13)

The astronauts and scientists said, There is the missing day! They checked the computers going back into the time it was written and found it was close but not close enough. The elapsed time that was missing back in Joshua's day was 23 hours and 20 minutes. Not a whole day.

They read the Bible, and there it was about [approximately] a day. These little words in the Bible are important, but they were still in trouble because if you cannot account for 40 minutes, you'll still be in trouble 1000 years from now.

Forty minutes had to be found because it can be multiplied many times over in orbits. As the Christian employee thought about it, he remembered somewhere in the Bible where it said the sun went BACKWARDS.

The scientists told him he was out of his mind, but they got out the Book and read these words in 2 Kings that told of the following story: Hezekiah, on his death bed, was visited by the prophet Isaiah who told him that he was not going to die. Hezekiah asked for a sign as proof. Isaiah said 'Do you want the sun to go ahead 10 degrees?'

Hezekiah said, 'It is nothing for the sun to go ahead 10 degrees, but let the shadow return backward 10 degrees.' Isaiah spoke to the Lord, and the Lord brought the shadow ten degrees BACKWARD! Ten degrees is exactly 40 minutes!'

Twenty-three hours and 20 minutes in Joshua, plus 40 minutes in Second Kings make the missing day in the universe! Isn't it amazing?

References: Joshua 10:8 and 12,13 and 2 Kings 20:9-11.

 

If God could do this then; how much more can he do for us today. If we only believe in his word. Never be afraid to try something new.

 

All I have and all that I am is by the Grace of God!

 

I suppose one could call it our Guest Room.  A big wicker basket stands beside the door. We use it as a catch-all for stuff we want to share the next time we see this friend or that neighbor. A recipe, a seed catalog, a photo, a great book we've just finished, or a magazine. All sorts of odds and ends, wait on the porch for the next visitor.

 

When friends and neighbors drop by to visit, sometimes we entertain them on our porch. California weather being… well, California, we can usually count on it as a comfortable place to serve a cool drink and visit for a while.

 

As the seasons change, so do the contents of the basket on the porch. In September the last tomatoes from the garden wait for a friend who isn't as tired of tomato everything as we are. By October there may be bright red and yellow leaves from the oak tree across the lane, or mums and ripe pomegranates. In November and December you'll find Holiday fare. And, since spring comes in February around here, the whole cycle begins again in January - right after the Super Bowl.

We're always looking for stuff to add to the basket so.. If YOU have something inspiring, motivational, or just plain funny you'd like to share with our guests, drop us a line. Who knows, next time you visit, YOUR name may be listed as one of our more entertaining friends.

If you're a first time guest, or just haven't been to see us in a while, be sure to check out the stuff in the basket to see what's new.

"These are my treasures, and I love them all. They fill my home with mirth."

 

 

This charming lesson... entitled simply, ROSE  waits in the wicker basket for my visitors in honor of new beginnings. I thought you might enjoy it, too. It's been around so long I can't recall if I ever knew who wrote it. I did not. If you know who did, perhaps you could let me know so I can give proper credit to the author.

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet and I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success:

"You have to laugh and find humor every day.

"You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"

"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change."

"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

An acquaintance of mine who is a physician told this story about her then 4 year old daughter. On the way to preschool, the doctor had left her stethoscope on the car seat, and her little girl picked it up and began playing with it. 'Be still, my heart', thought my friend, 'my daughter wants to follow in my footsteps!' Then the child spoke into the instrument: "Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?"  —author unknown

 

This little gem comes from my latest issue of The Writer's Corner , a bi-monthly magazine published by two delightful young women who reside in the deep south. Both homeschooling graduates, they began the publication in 1997 with it's main focus on Christian homeschooling girls, but today their readership includes entire families across the nation.

If you're interested in knowing more you can email the editors by addressing your questions to twc at post.com.

A Mouse Story

A mouse looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife opening a package. What food might it contain?

He was devastated to discover that it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed a warning:

"There's a mouse trap in the house! There's a mouse trap in the house! There is a mouse trap in the house!

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern for you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and hold him, "There is a mouse trap in the house."

The pig sympathized but said, "I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured that you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow. She said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."

So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house, like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmers wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife.

The farmer rushed her to the hospital. She returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.

But the farmer's wife continued to decline, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer's wife did not get well. She died. And so many people came for her funeral the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide meat for them all.

So... the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and think that it doesn't concern you, remember that when the least of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

Author unknown

 

 

Run in the Rain

She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.

Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in."Mom, let's run through the rain,"she said

."What?"Mom asked.

"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.

"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit,"Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated:

"Mom, let's run through the rain."

"We'll get soaked if we do,"Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning,"the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning?

When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"

"Don't you remember?

When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said,

'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,"Mom said. Then off they ran.

We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet.

I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories... So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday.Author unknown

 

 

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.

The contractor was sorry to see one of his best workers go as he always did high-quality work and didn't cut corners, even in areas that did not show. He asked if he could build him just one more house as a personal favor before he retired. The carpenter said he would, and began the project.

But as many phases of the project drew on, he became more and more anxious to retire and his heart was not in his work. He wanted to get it finished quickly so he resorted to shoddy workmanship, compromised quality for time where ever he could and used inferior materials. He told himself that since this was the last job he would do, it didn't matter.

When the carpenter finally finished his work, he informed the employer so that he could come to inspect the house. To the carpenter's surprise, the contractor handed him the front-door key. "This is your house,"he said, "my gift to you for being a dedicated and quality craftsman."The carpenter was shocked! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.

So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we'd do it much differently. But we cannot go back.

You are the carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. "Life is a do-it-yourself project,"someone has said. Your attitudes and the choices you make today, build the "house"you live in tomorrow. Build wisely.Author unknown

 

 

Someone once told me "experience is what you get when you're looking for something else.."

 

How old is Grandma?

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events. The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general. The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born, before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, contact lenses, Frisbees and the pill. There was no radar, credit cards, laser beams or ball-point pens. Man had not invented pantyhose, air conditioners, dishwashers, clothes dryers, and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and man hadn't yet walked on the moon.

Your Grandfather and I got married first-and then lived together. Every family had a father and a mother. Until I was 25, I called every man older than I, 'Sir'- and after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir.' We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions. Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.

We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent. Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins. Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started. Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums. We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios. And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey. If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk. The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam. Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of. We had 5 & 10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards. You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600 but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon

In my day, "grass"was mowed, "coke"was a cold drink, "pot"was something your mother cooked in, and "rock music"was your grandmother's lullaby. "Aids"were helpers in the Principal's office, "chip"meant a piece of wood, "hardware"was found in a hardware store, and "software"wasn't even a word. And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.

No wonder people call us "old and confused"and say there is a generation gap.. and how old do you think I am ?

Pretty scary if you think about it and yet sad at the same time. Grandma would be only 58 years old!

 

 

© Starrlette L. Howard

She is paid in dandelions, crayoned art,
And plaster hand prints.
She is also paid in the sound of small voices
In prayer, song and laughter.
A mother isn't paid by the hour or mile;
She fills her heart with a kiss and a smile.
She can find wealth in clean little faces,
In hugs and in curls, in denims and laces.
She is paid with the sight of little sized joys.
A mother isn't paid by the hour or mile;
She fills her heart with a kiss and a smile.

Sent by my lifelong best friend. I think it's making the rounds as one of those "pass it on"e-mail, which I normally glance at, then dump. This one touched me. And, when I attempted to read it aloud to Papa Dick, it brought unexpected tears! See what you think.

Information Please
Author unknown.

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well, the polished old case fastened to the wall and the shiny receiver on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother would talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person and her name was "Information Please"and there was nothing she did not know.

"Information Please"could supply anybody's number and the correct time. My first personal experience with this genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement. I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible but, there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give me sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway, The telephone!

Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information Please"I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. "Information.""I hurt my finger!"I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?"came the question. "Nobody's home but me,"I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?"the voice asked. "No,"I replied. "I hit my finger with a hammer and it hurts.""Can you open your icebox?"she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a piece of ice and hold it to your finger,"said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please"for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me that my pet chipmunk, which I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information Please"and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual thing grown ups say to soothe a child. But, I was inconsolable. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, you must remember that there are other worlds to sing in."Somehow, I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone. "Information Please". "Information,"said the now familiar voice. "How do you spell fix?'"I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please"belonged in that old wooden box phone that sat on the table in the hall.

As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half-an-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now.

Then, without thinking about what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, Information Please."Miraculously, I heard the small clear voice I knew so well.

"Information."I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must be healed by now."I laughed, "So it's really still you,"I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

"I wonder,"she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do,"she said. "Just ask for Sally."Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information."I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?"she said. "Yes, a very old friend,"I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"she said. "Sally had been working part time in the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Are you Paul?"
"Yes".
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you."The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

 

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8-year-olds, "What does love mean?"The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.

See what you think:

 

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."Rebecca - age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth."Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."Danny - age 7

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen,"Bobby - age 5

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend whom you hate."Nikka - age 6

"There are two kinds of love. Our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them."Jenny - age 4

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."Tommy - age 6

"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."Clare - Age 5

"Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken."Elaine - age 5

"Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."Chris - age 8

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."Lauren - age 4

"I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her."Bethany - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."Karen - age 7

 

These words of wisdom have been around the Internet for awhile. I'm not certain who authored them, but I felt them worth repeating here.

 

• Never take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
• There can be a fine line between "hobby"and "mental illness."
• People who want to share their religious view with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
• You should never confuse your career with your life.
• No matter what happens in life, somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.
• Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
• Never lick a steak knife.
• Take out the fortune before you eat the cookie.
• The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.
• Nobody can give me a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.
• A person who is nice to you but rude to the waiter is not a nice person.
• Your friends love you, no matter what.

 

 

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