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One person in this world thinks I am perfect. Not just perfect but God status. Lucky me. The beauty of being perfect to one person is that because of him I can truly enjoy the little things in life again. Observe how wonderful the world is, how amazing and fascinating. And while focused in this way the petty worries of the world melt away. Money, jealousy, desire...... gone. What really matters in life? Wonder and enjoyment in simply being, not worrying about what is next to come. Children are incredible blessings.