Three years and I still can’t figure me out.
I have leveled with the girls-from Anchorage to Amarillo.
I tell them that all marriages are happy. It’s the living together afterward that is tough.
I tell them that a good marriage is not a gift,
It’s an achievement.
That marriage is not for kids. It takes guts and maturity. It separates the men from the boys and the women from the girls.
I tell them that marriage is tested daily by the ability to compromise.
Its survival can depend on being smart enough to know what’s worth fighting about.
Or making an issue of or even mentioning.
Marriage is giving - and more important, it’s forgiving.
And it is almost always the wife who must do these things.
Then, as if that were not enough, she must be willing to forget what she forgave.
Often that is the hardest part.
Oh, I have leveled all right.
If they don’t get my message, Buster,
It’s because they don’t want to get it.
Rose-coloured glasses are never made in bifocals
Because nobody wants to read the small print in dreams.
I tell them that all marriages are happy. It’s the living together afterward that is tough.
I tell them that a good marriage is not a gift,
It’s an achievement.
That marriage is not for kids. It takes guts and maturity. It separates the men from the boys and the women from the girls.
I tell them that marriage is tested daily by the ability to compromise.
Its survival can depend on being smart enough to know what’s worth fighting about.
Or making an issue of or even mentioning.
Marriage is giving - and more important, it’s forgiving.
And it is almost always the wife who must do these things.
Then, as if that were not enough, she must be willing to forget what she forgave.
Often that is the hardest part.
Oh, I have leveled all right.
If they don’t get my message, Buster,
It’s because they don’t want to get it.
Rose-coloured glasses are never made in bifocals
Because nobody wants to read the small print in dreams.
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| — | Ann Landers (via josiefinee) |
To My Dear Grandaughter Belinda “Bee,” With all my love always. I love you very much. Your Nanny
I miss you lady, so very much. Love you, Always
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.
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William Shakespeare (via -wwhiskers) Shakey |
How……
How do I tell you what I need youuu to know? How can that happen when you’ve already let go? How can we throw all these years down the drain, the laughter, the tears, the joy, the pain.. How can the future once baby blue, hold the same joy sans le deux.. Et ma coeur maintenon, c’est triste. Parce que mon amours, ne couté pas to me.. Ton voir, je purr dans moi c’est un petit que envie l’amour.. So how can I tell you in simpler text, the soul so young, so deeply complex.. Is hurting, aching, crying out for the two .. With out you what’s this “child” now to do…
Sans toi, : j’ai rien
If you only knew what I held my tongue about tonight.. If you only knew why I was so passionate about in this fight..
Nanny
For the first time in twenty-three years, I have to celebrate without you here. You were my everything. You could read me like a book. I could tell you anything and you never judged me. All you did was love me without fail. You knew my secrets, my joys, my pains, my life.. You taught me everything mom and dad were afraid to. I remember when you were in the hospital when I was six, I refused to have cake until you came home so we could blow out the candles together. You came home in june and we celebrated. It hurts my heart that I can’t be like that now. You won’t come home. But you are home. You’re with my opa giving the saints a headache. I know you’re happy. And I know you want me to be too. It’s not the same without you. But I can hear you sing. And I know you’re with me. I hope your first birthday in heaven was a good one. And I hope you’ll instigate like always and make my first one down here without you just as special. I love you lady. Kisses and hugs to you and opa…
