Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. ~ Mary Jean Iron
22 February 2010
Overheard this afternoon:
"Andrew, baby Jesus crying. Sing." "No, Marc. I don't wanna sing." "Andrew, baby Jesus crying. SING." "Oh all right. Zacchaeus was a wee little man and a wee little man was he..."
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