HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! To all my beautiful, hard working, devoted Mothers. Wishing you a blissful & blessed day. Remember, it’s your day. The hardest thing you should be doing all day is sitting on your pedestal ;D
“Until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned, everywhere is war and until there are no longer first-class and second-class citizens of any nation, until the color of a man’s skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes. And until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race, there is war. And until that day, the dream of lasting peace, world citizenship, rule of international morality, will remain but a fleeting illusion to be pursued, but never attained… now everywhere is war.”
Yeah right, I’m totally buying the fact that you hate Valentine’s Day for more reasons than the fact that you’re currently single… (Insert sarcasm) Unless the love of your life passed away, lives in another state and you can’t celebrate together, or he/she is off fighting in a war, I totally believe that you are nothing more than a HATER when this day rolls around.
Alot of men, women included, do not understand what it means to “cover” the one that we love. To be taken care of by your mate is not just about the physical or financial aspect. It’s about protecting them emotionally and mentally as well. The ENTIRE well being of your mate should be the focus.
This also includes how you directly or indirectly allow/cause others outside of your union to view your mate by what you say about them in your mate’s absence. Being in tune/aware of your mate as an individual not just as a mate, will help you not to make such a critical mistake.
I’m going to keep it true, logical, yet simple..
Bottom line: Women, we nurture. And Christian is broken. This is the very essence of why we love him so much. And lets be real, come on he’s hot. Hot trumps “Christian type of Crazy” any day ;D
That joyful shift in the atmosphere when I’m in his presence..
The feeling of completeness from that blessed added layer he brings to my world.
Knowing I can be me.. Just me. And he won’t judge me.
He sees my flaws and the beauty within them.
He doesn’t love me in slices, but nurtures my whole heart.
Bringing strength to my weakness but sharing his dark..
I’m his captive but I’m free
I’m drowning yet I breathe
Been missing my Granny like crazy, which hasn’t stopped. But it’s getting close to my son’s b-day and the holidays, where Granny was always very present. I was thinking about her Sweet Potato Pie. And I opened up your recipe for it. Made it. And it was DELISH! Not only that, but I got that comforting feeling you get when you taste something that was made/created with a lot of love. Just like all of my Granny’s dishes… SO Thank you Brother Mine. You are Appreciated. *Muah*