With age comes wisdom, it's true, so make sure the wisdom you gain is worthwhile.
I thought my self immature till I had a baby. A baby is a sure way to mature oneself. So I had two more! And now that they are grown and mature, they call me immature!
It takes two to tango. It takes two to marry. It takes two to keep it going.
Treat words like grains of salt. Grab hold of them and learn, but allow some to slip through your hands.
And above all else....I give thanks to God....everyday!
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4 comments:
I love it Vivian! Thanks for sharing.
Neat idea, thanks.
You're welcome...and thank you!
Love this! You see the hands and you feel that someone is there... but it makes you want to see the face. Great job!
ToOdLeS.
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