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		<title>Just for this morning</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 15:17:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lilly</dc:creator>
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Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I
feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and
say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up [...]]]></description>
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<p>Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I<br />
feel like crying.<br />
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and<br />
say how perfect it is.<br />
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and<br />
take you to the park to play.<br />
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink,<br />
and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.<br />
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone<br />
and keep the computer off,<br />
and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles..<br />
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once,<br />
not even a tiny grumble when you<br />
scream and whine for the ice cream truck,<br />
and I will buy you one if he comes by.<br />
Just for this afternoon, I won&#8217;t worry about what you are going to be<br />
when you grow up,<br />
or second guess every decision I have made<br />
where you are concerned.<br />
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies,<br />
and I won&#8217;t stand over you trying to fix them.<br />
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald&#8217;s<br />
and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys..<br />
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story<br />
about how you were born and how much I love you.<br />
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.<br />
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and<br />
count all the stars.<br />
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours,<br />
and miss my favorite TV shows.<br />
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray,<br />
I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.<br />
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,<br />
the mothers and fathers who are visiting their childrens&#8217; graves<br />
instead of their bedrooms,<br />
and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms<br />
watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside<br />
that they can&#8217;t handle it anymore.<br />
And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer.<br />
It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one</p>
<p>more day&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>Remember the Kids</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 13:08:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lilly</dc:creator>
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Remember the kids&#8211;They&#8217;re like kites
You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground.
You run with them until you&#8217;re both breathless.
They crash. They hit the rooftop.
You patch and comfort, adjust, and teach.
You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they&#8217;ll fly.
Finally, they are airborne.
They need more string and you keep [...]]]></description>
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<p>Remember the kids&#8211;They&#8217;re like kites<br />
You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground.<br />
You run with them until you&#8217;re both breathless.<br />
They crash. They hit the rooftop.<br />
You patch and comfort, adjust, and teach.<br />
You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they&#8217;ll fly.<br />
Finally, they are airborne.<br />
They need more string and you keep letting it out.<br />
But with each twist of the ball of twine, there is a sadness that goes with joy.<br />
The kite becomes more distant, and you know it won&#8217;t be long before<br />
that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you two<br />
together and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone.</p>
<p>Only then do you know that you did your job.</p>
<p><em>by Irma Bombeck</em></p>
<p>note: I posted this today to remind myself of this, as my sons left today (still remembering to always say I love you before they leave) to go shopping for for college Dorm supplies for the new school year.</p>
<p><strong>*sigh*</strong> it never gets any easier when they leave &#8230;</p>
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