My 1st Grandbaby’s 1st Birthday! Beauty, happiness, pride… Best I can say, as they’ve not made the proper word yet. @ 08.12.12
Sacrifice, born of will, is beauty marked on the heart of men, where it abide, and she be derived from the soul, our beautiful founder. Beauty in sacrifice, driven by love, bears its own recompense, and without seeking, bounty resides.
Will, heart, and soul, are the character of sacrifice, and name her true deed beautiful, and set her apart from the coercive, who’s name in bondage.
Tis a day of days, a life to a life, again, I see it five ago and almost sixteen. We, say mine and me, this day of days then and then, received of unimaginable grace, by the Almighty, by the souls of bereft saints, from hands of duty and knowledge, and from the goodness that is the nature of men.
So grand this day of days, those days of days, thens and thens, that ordinary and regular is most days ours granted.
Mine and me, blessed beyond knowing with our normals, this day of days among, recall our gratitudes to God, and to the beauty and skill within true human beings.