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All I can do anymore is hug my mother at night. All I can do is look her in those lucky eyes and say "I love you, mouse." What a gift she is!

Tonight, people all over the nation are embracing and saying, "finally!"

Paramedics and policemen shout orders into their walkie talkies in the halls of Narnia late Saturday night because college students still can't figure out how to drink without risking their lives.

I watched my father wash the dog today from the living room window. He set out the black water basin, the soap, the hose, the bucket for him to sit on, then he sat on it. Amber walked over, stepped into the water, and bowed her head as he drenched her in water and suds. My mom was making something in the kitchen, and I could hear the knife hit ( Read more... )

Dad walks into my room today and he says,

Grandma just came down looking for her purse because she thought she left it here. I told her, "No, mom, remember where you put it last night? You stuck it in the trash can and put some trash on top of it and said, 'Burglars won't find it here!'"

If anyone ever asks you if you want to see the fireworks of Redentore during the late July festival in Venezia, say yes! one thousand times yes! because it is one of those best things in the world and I would trade almost any other hour for that hour of sky light.

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"What is certain: the Sangria is flowing in Spain."

I am home right now.  Arrived Thursday evening, spent it with Miles, then surprised my mom Friday morning at City of Hope's annual Celebration of Life, a bone marrow transplant survivor's reunion she attends every year.  Her face was worth every penny of the plane ticket.  Going back to school tomorrow, Sunday, around noon.  Ran into Andrew ( Read more... )