My Boss. (Caution: Do not bother to read, just wanted to say this out loud. It is only for me. For the Public record.))
My Boss was born on 2-1-70, twenty three years and a half from me, at 1:11 in the morning, or on her last minor inconvenience. At a month, she started sleeping through the night. It seemed a smile was always there. Everyone remarked about it. At eleven months, she escaped from her crib and came to my bed and gently stroked my cheek, saying Dada. At a year and a half, she made this intricate spider web from string, sitting at the center of this Mediterranean table we had. Precious! And that was the start of her path in life, gentle, loving, considerate and creative. She will turn fifty today. Her children are exactly like her. She, and they, are a blessing to the world.
Canuckus Deploracus wrote:
God bless Rumi..
I am truly blessed, thank you.
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