she who reconciles the ill-matched threads of her life, and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth - it's she who drives the loudmouths from the hall and clears it for a different celebration
where the one guest is You.
[ranier maria rilke]
Thursday, December 24, 2009
let it snow!
there is just nothing as cool as seeing my husband marvel at snow for the first time…nor is there anything as aggravating as when he sneaks inside and locks me out to be funny. grr.
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