Where did I come from?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half-crying, half-laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast: "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of all my childhood games. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother, and in her mother before her, you have lived."
--Rabindranath Tagore
may someone love you enough to forgive your faults,
be blind to your blemishes, and tell the world about
your virtues. And may we live in a world at peace
and with the awareness of God's love in every
sunset, every flower's petals, every lover's kiss
and every wonderful, astonishing miraculous beat
of our Heart.
I'll be MIA
Re: I'll be MIA
is the worst!
Pamela
on 2/23/2008!!!!!!!!! 
