Oh her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day
Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And its so, its so
Sad to think she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me do I look okay
I say
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
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Just the way you are
Her nails, her nails
I could kiss them all day if she'd let me
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think its so sexy
She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day
Oh you know, you know, you know
Id never ask you to change
If perfect is what you're searching for
Then just stay the same
So don't even bother asking
If you look okay
You know I say
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are
The way you are
The way you are
Girl you're amazing
Just the way you are
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are
Jumat, 21 Januari 2011
Sabtu, 15 Januari 2011
quotes
“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.”
— Helen Keller
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
— Anaïs Nin
“Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Beauty never defined her. Her mind, her actions, the way she would slide around my mind was what was so intoxicating about her."
— Chris
“Just as the bird has to find the courage to let go of the branch in order to fly, so we also must let go of our branches if we are to know the exhilaration of soaring to the highest potential of our life. The branches we hold to are our inner attachments - our beliefs, ideas and memories. And then there are the outer attachments - people, possessions, positions and privileges are a few. But as long as we hold on to them we will live in fear (of letting go and loss) and we will never be free.”
Julia White quote (again)
“A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That is why I think a photograph can be kind.”
— Albert Einstein
quote
Love is passion, obsession, something you can’t live without. Fall head over heels, find someone who you can love like crazy that will love you the same way back. How do you find them? Well, Forget your head and listen to your heart. The truth is, there is no sense living your life without this. Meet Joe Black (via quote-book)
Januaryyyy ;)
aku baru sadar ternyata bulan januari itu spesial banget :D
aaa... rasanya gak mau mengakhiri bulan ini :))
aaa... rasanya gak mau mengakhiri bulan ini :))
little Truths
1. Real name: Alvina Sucia Monalisa
2.Nickname: alvina , lisa
3.Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
4.Gender : Female
5.Elementary School: Ahmad Yani
6.Eye Color: black dark
7.Hair color: black
8.Sweats or Jeans: jeans
9.Sweats or Jeans: jeans
10.Orange or Apple: Orange
11.Pepsi or Coke: coke
HAVE YOU EVER?
1.Been in an airplane: Yes
2.Been in train: No
3.Last food you ate: Snack
4.Last movie you watched: love in perth
5.Last song you listened to: Just the way you are-bruuno mars
FAVE:
1.Food: spaghetti
2.Drinks: Orange Juice
3.Flower: Lily
4.Animal: hamster
5.Color: black,violet,wwhite,gray
6.Subjects: Chemistry
7.[X] went over the minutes/texts on your cell phone.
8.[x] hid a secret.
9.[x] met someone who changed your life.
10.[x] hated someone.
11.[x] made new friends this year who are like your good friends now
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
1.Yourself: Yes
2.Miracles: yes
3.Love at first sight: yessss
4.Heaven: yes.
5.Santa Clause: no
3.Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
4.Gender : Female
5.Elementary School: Ahmad Yani
6.Eye Color: black dark
7.Hair color: black
8.Sweats or Jeans: jeans
9.Sweats or Jeans: jeans
10.Orange or Apple: Orange
11.Pepsi or Coke: coke
HAVE YOU EVER?
1.Been in an airplane: Yes
2.Been in train: No
3.Last food you ate: Snack
4.Last movie you watched: love in perth
5.Last song you listened to: Just the way you are-bruuno mars
FAVE:
1.Food: spaghetti
2.Drinks: Orange Juice
3.Flower: Lily
4.Animal: hamster
5.Color: black,violet,wwhite,gray
6.Subjects: Chemistry
7.[X] went over the minutes/texts on your cell phone.
8.[x] hid a secret.
9.[x] met someone who changed your life.
10.[x] hated someone.
11.[x] made new friends this year who are like your good friends now
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
1.Yourself: Yes
2.Miracles: yes
3.Love at first sight: yessss
4.Heaven: yes.
5.Santa Clause: no
17 Signs You’re In Love.
17. You look at their Facebook profiles constantly.
16. When you’re on the phone with them at night and they hang up, you still miss them.
15. You read their text over and all over again.
14. You walk really slow when you’re with them.
13. You feel shy whenever they’re around.
12. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and slower at the same time.
10. You smile when they call your name; you hear their voice.
9. When you look at them, you can’t see another ones.
8. You start listening to slow music when you think about them.
7. They are all you think about.
6. Your tummy is full of butterflies when you see their name on your phone screen.
5. You realize you’re always smiling whenever you look at them.
4. You would do everything for them.
3. While reading this, there has been one person you’re thinking about.
2. You were busy reading this, you didn’t realize number 11 was missing.
1. You just checked up and you’ve now found yourself laughing.
16. When you’re on the phone with them at night and they hang up, you still miss them.
15. You read their text over and all over again.
14. You walk really slow when you’re with them.
13. You feel shy whenever they’re around.
12. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and slower at the same time.
10. You smile when they call your name; you hear their voice.
9. When you look at them, you can’t see another ones.
8. You start listening to slow music when you think about them.7. They are all you think about.
6. Your tummy is full of butterflies when you see their name on your phone screen.
5. You realize you’re always smiling whenever you look at them.
4. You would do everything for them.
3. While reading this, there has been one person you’re thinking about.
2. You were busy reading this, you didn’t realize number 11 was missing.
1. You just checked up and you’ve now found yourself laughing.
Mommy i love you
3 years old: My mommy is the best!
7 years old: Mom, I love you.
10 years old: Mom whatever.
17 years old: OMG my mom is so annoying.
18 years old: I wanna leave this house.
25 yrs old: Mom, you were right.
35 years old: I wanna go back to my mom’s house.
50 years old: I don’t wanna lose my mom.
70 years old: I would give up everything,for my mom to be here with me
Mommy, even tough sometimes I don’t like you, I just want you to know.
I LOVE YOU.
Re-blog if you appreciate your mom.
7 years old: Mom, I love you.
10 years old: Mom whatever.
17 years old: OMG my mom is so annoying.
18 years old: I wanna leave this house.
25 yrs old: Mom, you were right.
35 years old: I wanna go back to my mom’s house.
50 years old: I don’t wanna lose my mom.
70 years old: I would give up everything,for my mom to be here with me
Mommy, even tough sometimes I don’t like you, I just want you to know.
I LOVE YOU.
Re-blog if you appreciate your mom.
Kamis, 13 Januari 2011
Selasa, 11 Januari 2011
New Shoes
Anne is six years older than me. Growing up, we were very poor, and my mother worked evenings at a factory in a small midwestern town. Not seeing my mother much, Anne took over much of the maternal support, and she was awarded the authority to give me and my younger sister permission to do things. Actually, going to Anne was much better than going to a parent as she could award permission, but never had an urge to punish us when we broke the rules. Therefore, we were a bit more willing to confess our activities to Anne and sometimes benefited from her sisterly advice. During those turbulent teenage years, Anne was always there for me, not only as a big sister, but as a mother and my best friend.
When I was seventeen and had no money, I thought my only chance of going to college was if I could win a scholarship. I had an important interview for such an award. Anne at that time was struggling, surviving on a part-time job as she put herself through the local community college after serving in the army. I told her of my interview, that General Motors was sending me a bus ticket, and I would get to visit the city for my scholarship interview. It would be the first time I ever saw a city. I was excited about the adventure and asked her advice on what to wear. I showed her my best outfit and how I planned to be careful how I sat so that the hole in the bottom of my shoe would not be seen, but I wasn't sure what I would do if it rained. I showed her how I would stand with my arm slightly in front of me to hide the blemish from my factory-second pants from the farmers' market. My best blouse was a find at a yard sale, slightly faded but still pretty.
Anne suggested that we go shopping, and we took the bus to the JCPenney store. She took me to the shoe department, and we found a beautiful pair of leather shoes on sale. She told me to try them on, but I thought it was just for fun as neither of us had ever owned anything that expensive before. Sometimes we did go shopping together and tried on things just to see what they looked and felt like, but we never could afford to buy them. It was like playing dress-up. But this time was different. Anne handed me the boxed shoes and said, "Here, I'll buy these for you."
"But . . ." was all I could say.
"You deserve them," she replied. "This interview is important. I want to see you get that scholarship."
I was speechless as I knew this was a lot of money for her, and she would probably have to eat nothing but ramen noodles for at least a month.
I went to the interview and crossed my legs so that my beautiful new shoes shone with pride. I won the scholarship and became an engineer. Although they were nice leather everyday shoes, I didn't wear them much because they were so special. I hope Anne didn't think I did not like them or something. Now, after twenty years have passed, I still have that pair of shoes with me, and I just wear them on those little occasions when I need to feel special. It's kind of like having magic ruby slippers when you're homesick.
Big Problems, Little Miracles
My pastor called it my "midlife crisis." Personally, I think it was just a string of rotten luck, including horrendous income changes, my son's poor health winging its way into its sixteenth straight month, medical bills that could choke a buffalo, bewilderment following cross words with two of my grown children, the empty-nest syndrome looming just months away when my youngest would be leaving for college eighteen hundred miles away, daily lower back pain due to lack of exercise, arguments with a woman in Texas over a book we were coauthoring and the fact that I'd only seen the sun for about twenty-six hours all winter.
Call it any old psychobabble thing you want--midlife crisis, midwinter funk, too many lifestyle changes at once, mild depression, premenopausal angst, seasonal affective disorder or simply being sick of being a single parent after twelve years. Whatever it was, the fact remained that I was not my usual cheerful self from the end of January until mid-March that year. By then my friends and family had caught on that the big-time blues had invaded my home, heart and health.
For a time, it was all I could do to barely take care of the three basics around the house: food, clothing and shelter. For about a week, during the bleakest days of all, the smallest things could reduce me to tears. I bit my lip a lot, trying to hold back tears.
One day after a job interview, I stopped at my friend Sharon's house for a cup of tea. She knew something was wrong, even though I didn't go into all the details. She hugged me, poured a second cup and tried to make me laugh. As I was leaving, Sharon noticed one of the two buttons that hold the decorative belt on the back of my winter coat was missing, causing the belt to dangle ridiculously in the back.
At that moment, during that extremely low point in my life, I honestly could not comprehend how or when I would manage to sew that button back on. Mortified, I felt hot tears sneaking into my lower lashes as I headed for the front door.
Sharon pulled open my coat at the bottom. "Hey, look here. There's an extra button sewn inside. Take your coat off and I'll sew it on for you right now."
At that moment, I felt more love and more compassion from a friend than ever before in my life. Granted, over the years, my friends have been wonderful to me, with me and for me. But this gesture, when I was at such a state emotionally, dragging so low that a missing button was about to send me over the edge, the gift of Sharon's time, her caring and intuitive knowing that I could not muster the energy to sew that button on myself, meant more to me than if someone had come to my door with a sweepstakes check.
When I got home that afternoon, I found a silly greeting card in the mail from another friend, Kay. Inside, it simply said, "I've got a hug here with your name on it." Every time I looked at that card for the next couple of weeks, I felt loved and buoyed by the light of Kay's friendship.
A few days later, on what was probably the darkest day of all, a day I seriously considered begging my doctor for a Prozac prescription, my Texas coauthor, the one I'd had arguments with as we worked on our book, sent me a "sunshine box." Little miracles of love spilled out of that box: chocolates, red silk tulips, sunflower candles, ginger-lily bath gel and three little juice boxes of pure Florida gold.
My heart melted as I noticed for the first time that day that the sun was actually shining. I took one of the juice boxes and the candy out to the deck and sat in my favorite yellow rocker in the forty-degree weather, sipping juice and basking in the glorious sunshine and in the wonderful miracle of friendship.
That sewed-on button, the hug card and the sunshine box got me through those dark days without drugs or further mental deterioration.
And when I began taking brisk half-hour walks every morning the following week, I did a lot of thinking about those friends of mine and their gifts of love. Before I knew it, I understood one of the most amazing, most profound aspects of life: God has designed the world and his people in such a way that no matter how big our problems, the smallest gesture given in love from a friend can become the biggest miracle of all.
Patricia Lorenz
Call it any old psychobabble thing you want--midlife crisis, midwinter funk, too many lifestyle changes at once, mild depression, premenopausal angst, seasonal affective disorder or simply being sick of being a single parent after twelve years. Whatever it was, the fact remained that I was not my usual cheerful self from the end of January until mid-March that year. By then my friends and family had caught on that the big-time blues had invaded my home, heart and health.
For a time, it was all I could do to barely take care of the three basics around the house: food, clothing and shelter. For about a week, during the bleakest days of all, the smallest things could reduce me to tears. I bit my lip a lot, trying to hold back tears.
One day after a job interview, I stopped at my friend Sharon's house for a cup of tea. She knew something was wrong, even though I didn't go into all the details. She hugged me, poured a second cup and tried to make me laugh. As I was leaving, Sharon noticed one of the two buttons that hold the decorative belt on the back of my winter coat was missing, causing the belt to dangle ridiculously in the back.
At that moment, during that extremely low point in my life, I honestly could not comprehend how or when I would manage to sew that button back on. Mortified, I felt hot tears sneaking into my lower lashes as I headed for the front door.
Sharon pulled open my coat at the bottom. "Hey, look here. There's an extra button sewn inside. Take your coat off and I'll sew it on for you right now."
At that moment, I felt more love and more compassion from a friend than ever before in my life. Granted, over the years, my friends have been wonderful to me, with me and for me. But this gesture, when I was at such a state emotionally, dragging so low that a missing button was about to send me over the edge, the gift of Sharon's time, her caring and intuitive knowing that I could not muster the energy to sew that button on myself, meant more to me than if someone had come to my door with a sweepstakes check.
When I got home that afternoon, I found a silly greeting card in the mail from another friend, Kay. Inside, it simply said, "I've got a hug here with your name on it." Every time I looked at that card for the next couple of weeks, I felt loved and buoyed by the light of Kay's friendship.
A few days later, on what was probably the darkest day of all, a day I seriously considered begging my doctor for a Prozac prescription, my Texas coauthor, the one I'd had arguments with as we worked on our book, sent me a "sunshine box." Little miracles of love spilled out of that box: chocolates, red silk tulips, sunflower candles, ginger-lily bath gel and three little juice boxes of pure Florida gold.
My heart melted as I noticed for the first time that day that the sun was actually shining. I took one of the juice boxes and the candy out to the deck and sat in my favorite yellow rocker in the forty-degree weather, sipping juice and basking in the glorious sunshine and in the wonderful miracle of friendship.
That sewed-on button, the hug card and the sunshine box got me through those dark days without drugs or further mental deterioration.
And when I began taking brisk half-hour walks every morning the following week, I did a lot of thinking about those friends of mine and their gifts of love. Before I knew it, I understood one of the most amazing, most profound aspects of life: God has designed the world and his people in such a way that no matter how big our problems, the smallest gesture given in love from a friend can become the biggest miracle of all.
Patricia Lorenz
Apakah Sukses Itu?
Apakah Sukses Itu?
Sering dan banyak tertawa,
Mendapatkan rasa hormat dari orang pandai
dan rasa kasih dari anak-anak
Meraih penghargaan kritikus yang jujur
dan tabah menghadapai pengkhianatan teman palsu
Menghargai keindahan
Menemukan sifat baik dalam diri orang lain
Membuat dunia lebih baik, entah dengan
anak yang sehat, sepetak kebun
atau kondisi sosial yang lebih baik,
Mengetahui bahwa seseorang telah hidup
lebih mudah karena keberadaanmu
Itulah arti sukses
Ralp Waldo Emerson
Sering dan banyak tertawa,
Mendapatkan rasa hormat dari orang pandai
dan rasa kasih dari anak-anak
Meraih penghargaan kritikus yang jujur
dan tabah menghadapai pengkhianatan teman palsu
Menghargai keindahan
Menemukan sifat baik dalam diri orang lain
Membuat dunia lebih baik, entah dengan
anak yang sehat, sepetak kebun
atau kondisi sosial yang lebih baik,
Mengetahui bahwa seseorang telah hidup
lebih mudah karena keberadaanmu
Itulah arti sukses
Ralp Waldo Emerson
Deklarasi Kemanusiaan
Dengan ini aku menyatakan bahwa aku adalah manusia.
Aku adalah manusia yang bias merasakan kebahagiaan dan tawa, juga bias merasa sedih dan meneteskan air mata.
Aku adalah manusia yang memiliki kebutuhan untuk mencintai dan membantu sesame, juga merasa butuh dicintai dan ditolong oleh sesama.
Aku adalah manusia yang mempunyai mimpi-mimpi dan prestasi,
Tapi yang terutama bahwa aku adalah manusia yang memiliki kekurangan-kekurangan dan bias melakukan kesalahan.
Sebagai manusia, aku berhak atas hal-hal berikut :
1. Aku berhak untuk tidak sempurna
2. Aku berhak untuk membuat banyak kesalahan (kadang-kadang kesalahan besar)
3. Aku berhak untuk belajar dari kesalahan-kesalahanku
4. Aku berhak untuk memaafkan diriku sendiri
5. Aku berhak untuk merasakan apa yang kurasakan
6. Aku berhak untuk tertawa sampai keluar air mata, dan menangis sampai kesedihanku sirna.
7. Aku berhak untuk menjalani hidup sesuai pilihanku
8. Aku berhak untuk mendapatkan kebahagiaan
9. Aku berhak untuk memilik kepercayaan-kepercayaan sendiri
10. Aku berhak untuk memiliki teman-teman sejati dan cinta sejati
11. Aku berhak untuk dicintai oleh orang-orang lain
12. Aku berhak untuk dicintai oleh diriku sendiri
Michelle Bouchard
Aku adalah manusia yang bias merasakan kebahagiaan dan tawa, juga bias merasa sedih dan meneteskan air mata.
Aku adalah manusia yang memiliki kebutuhan untuk mencintai dan membantu sesame, juga merasa butuh dicintai dan ditolong oleh sesama.
Aku adalah manusia yang mempunyai mimpi-mimpi dan prestasi,
Tapi yang terutama bahwa aku adalah manusia yang memiliki kekurangan-kekurangan dan bias melakukan kesalahan.
Sebagai manusia, aku berhak atas hal-hal berikut :
1. Aku berhak untuk tidak sempurna
2. Aku berhak untuk membuat banyak kesalahan (kadang-kadang kesalahan besar)
3. Aku berhak untuk belajar dari kesalahan-kesalahanku
4. Aku berhak untuk memaafkan diriku sendiri
5. Aku berhak untuk merasakan apa yang kurasakan
6. Aku berhak untuk tertawa sampai keluar air mata, dan menangis sampai kesedihanku sirna.
7. Aku berhak untuk menjalani hidup sesuai pilihanku
8. Aku berhak untuk mendapatkan kebahagiaan
9. Aku berhak untuk memilik kepercayaan-kepercayaan sendiri
10. Aku berhak untuk memiliki teman-teman sejati dan cinta sejati
11. Aku berhak untuk dicintai oleh orang-orang lain
12. Aku berhak untuk dicintai oleh diriku sendiri
Michelle Bouchard
Harapan
Harapan adalah rak
Tempatku menggantungkan impian
Hati-hati aku menempatkan
Sepotong bagian masa depan
Pada Harapan.
Harapan adalah kotak
Tempatku menyimpan berbagai pikiran.
Hati-hati aku melipat
Segala aspirasi untuk
Dicobakan.
Harapan adalah rak
Tempatku meletakkan ketakutan
Hati-hati mereka kusisihkan
Agar tidak makin
Berkembang
Harapan adalah rak
Tempatku menggantung keberhasilan
Dengan bangga memperlihatkan
Segala yang berhasil kuwujudkan, dengan bantuan
Harapan
Kelsey Brunone
Tempatku menggantungkan impian
Hati-hati aku menempatkan
Sepotong bagian masa depan
Pada Harapan.
Harapan adalah kotak
Tempatku menyimpan berbagai pikiran.
Hati-hati aku melipat
Segala aspirasi untuk
Dicobakan.
Harapan adalah rak
Tempatku meletakkan ketakutan
Hati-hati mereka kusisihkan
Agar tidak makin
Berkembang
Harapan adalah rak
Tempatku menggantung keberhasilan
Dengan bangga memperlihatkan
Segala yang berhasil kuwujudkan, dengan bantuan
Harapan
Kelsey Brunone
Karunia yang Tak Terlukiskan
Ia menyelinap masuk ke dalam dunia, dan ke dalam pelukanku, diletakkan disitu oleh surga. Ia datang langsung dari Tuhan. Karunia yang tak tergambarkan. Saat aku memandangnya, kedamaian dan kesucian mengisi udara disekitarnya. Melalui airmata bahagia aku berbisik ditelinganya, “Kami senang kamu ada disini. Kami sudah menunggu lama sekali untuk bias melihatmu.” Ia membuka matanya, dan akupun mulai berubah – saat tanpa akhir yang terisi oleh ketakterhinggaan akan kehidupan. Dalam matanya aku melihat pengenalan total, cinta tanpa pamrih, dan kepercayaan yang sempurna. Aku adalah seorang ibu. Pada saat itu aku merasakan, dan dalam hatiku aku mengetahui, segala sesuatu yang perlu ku ketahui untuk membimbingnya.
Saat berbaring ditempat tidur, ia tidur diantara aku dan ayahnya. Kami menghitung jari kaki dan tangannya dan mengagumi kesempurnaan dalam bentuk mungil itu. Kami mencari kemiripan dengan kami, dan keunikan dirinya. Kami tak berkata apa-apa, tetapi hati dan benak kami penuh oleh pikiran tentang harapan dan impian kami untuknya, tentang dirinya nanti, tentang anugrah yang dibawanya dan bagaimana dia akan menyentuh dunia. Hanya memandangnya dan merasakan kasih dan manis yang dibawahnya, seakan stress dan beban dunia terangkat dari kami, dan apa yang penting dan benar dan benar dalam dunia ini menjadi jelas – seperti berada dalam kehadiran orang sakti yang bijak. Sulit sekali menutup mata kami untuk tidur.
Dengan berlalunya hari dan tahun, kami kagum akan perubahan yang terjadi pada dirinya. Senyum pertama, kata pertama, langkah pertama – semuanya tepat waktu, namun dalam waktu dan caranya sendiri. Ia mengajari kami kembali cara bermain; untuk memperlambat dan melihat dunia kembali. Untuk menemukan hal-hal yang dulu kami lihat, dan ketahui. Kentara bahwa banyak hal yang bisa ingat, rasakan, dan lihat yang tak bisa kami lakukan, dan mungkin selamanya tak mungkin bias.
Waktu akan melesat berlalu; mendadak ia akan tumbuh dewasa, siap membumbung kedunia dan memberikan sesuai dengan takdirnya. Melepaskanya akan menghancurkan hati kami, namun kami tahu bahwa ia bukan milik kami. Ia datang untuk mengajari kami, memberi kami kebahagiaan, menyempurnakan kami, dan menghubungkan kami dengan Tuhan.
Jeanette Lifeski
Saat berbaring ditempat tidur, ia tidur diantara aku dan ayahnya. Kami menghitung jari kaki dan tangannya dan mengagumi kesempurnaan dalam bentuk mungil itu. Kami mencari kemiripan dengan kami, dan keunikan dirinya. Kami tak berkata apa-apa, tetapi hati dan benak kami penuh oleh pikiran tentang harapan dan impian kami untuknya, tentang dirinya nanti, tentang anugrah yang dibawanya dan bagaimana dia akan menyentuh dunia. Hanya memandangnya dan merasakan kasih dan manis yang dibawahnya, seakan stress dan beban dunia terangkat dari kami, dan apa yang penting dan benar dan benar dalam dunia ini menjadi jelas – seperti berada dalam kehadiran orang sakti yang bijak. Sulit sekali menutup mata kami untuk tidur.
Dengan berlalunya hari dan tahun, kami kagum akan perubahan yang terjadi pada dirinya. Senyum pertama, kata pertama, langkah pertama – semuanya tepat waktu, namun dalam waktu dan caranya sendiri. Ia mengajari kami kembali cara bermain; untuk memperlambat dan melihat dunia kembali. Untuk menemukan hal-hal yang dulu kami lihat, dan ketahui. Kentara bahwa banyak hal yang bisa ingat, rasakan, dan lihat yang tak bisa kami lakukan, dan mungkin selamanya tak mungkin bias.
Waktu akan melesat berlalu; mendadak ia akan tumbuh dewasa, siap membumbung kedunia dan memberikan sesuai dengan takdirnya. Melepaskanya akan menghancurkan hati kami, namun kami tahu bahwa ia bukan milik kami. Ia datang untuk mengajari kami, memberi kami kebahagiaan, menyempurnakan kami, dan menghubungkan kami dengan Tuhan.
Jeanette Lifeski
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