Monday, August 23, 2004

WORDS TO LIVE BY

* After a while u learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean possession and company doesn't mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to do things today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight. After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, so plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth...and you learn.... WITH EVERY FAILURE YOU LEARN..........

Saturday, August 21, 2004

love~

Love is patient, love is kind.It does not boast, it is not proud.It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,it is not easliy angered,it keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil,but rejoices with the truth.It always protects, always trusts,always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails.- The Bible : 1 Corinthians 13:4 -

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Song Bird

For you, there'll be no more crying
For you, the sun will be shining
And I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right
To you, I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right
And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before
And I wish you all the love in the world
But most of all, I wish it from myself
And the songbirds keep singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before, like never before,
like never before
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

Saturday, August 07, 2004

Thursday, August 05, 2004

Time flies

Wow! It is now August 5th, 2004, You are 13 months and 2 days old!!! Boy does the time fly by. You are no longer a baby but a full fledged toddler, toddlin' around all over the place, climbing too!
You are walking fairly steady and with a lot of confidence.
You are such a happy boy-always full of smiles.Nana , Papa, Kalen and myself all attended the 57th annual Lobster Festival yesterday in Rockland....it was your 2nd time there., last year you were only 5 weeks old! :)
~love ya lil' man.xoxoxo mom-

James Patterson latest book-exerpt


Prologue
SAM AND I are sitting on a mostly deserted beach on Lake Michigan a little north of the Drake Hotel in Chicago. The Drake is filled with treasured memories for both of us, and we had dinner at our favorite table there earlier. I need to be with Sam tonight, because it’s one year since, well, everything happened that shouldn’t have happened—it’s one year since Danny died.
“This is the spot where I met Danny, Sam. In May, six years ago,” I say.
Sam is a good listener who holds eye contact beautifully and is almost always interested in what I have to say, even when I’m being a bore, like now. We’ve been best friends since I was two, maybe even before that. Just about everybody calls us “the cutest couple,” which is a little too saccharine for both of our tastes. But it happens to be true.
“Sam, it was freezing that night Danny and I met, and I had a terrible cold. To make it worse, I had been locked out of our apartment by my old boyfriend Chris, that awful beast.”
“That despicable brute, that creep,” Sam contributes. “I never liked Chris. Can you tell?”
“So this nice guy, Danny, comes jogging by and he asks if I’m all right. I’m coughing and crying and a total mess. And I say, ‘Do I look like I’m all right? Mind your own blanking business. You’re not going to pick me up, if that’s what you’re thinking. Scram!’” I snorted a laugh Sam’s way.
“That’s where I got my nickname, ‘Scram.’ Anyway, Danny came back on the second half of his run. He said he could hear me coughing for two miles down the beach. He brought me coffee, Sam. He ran up the beach with a hot cup of coffee for a complete stranger.”
“Yes, but a beautiful stranger, you have to admit.”
I stopped talking, and Sam hugged me and said, “You’ve been through so much. It’s awful and it’s unfair. I wish I could wave a magic wand and make it all better for you.”
I pulled out a folded, wrinkled envelope from the pocket of my jeans. “Danny left this for me. In Hawaii. One year ago today.”
“Go ahead, Jennifer. Let it out. I want to hear everything tonight.”
I opened the letter and began to read. I was already starting to choke up.
Dear, wonderful, gorgeous Jennifer . . .
You’re the writer, not me, but I had to try to put down some of my feelings about your incredible news. I always thought that you couldn’t possibly make me any happier, but I was wrong.
Jen, I’m flying so high right now I can’t believe what I’m feeling. I am, without a doubt, the luckiest man in the world. I married the best woman, and now I’m going to have the best baby with her. How could I not be a pretty good dad, with all that going for me? I will be. I promise.
I love you even more today than I did yesterday, and you wouldn’t believe how much I loved you yesterday.
I love you, and our little “peanut.” . . . Danny.
Tears started to roll down my cheeks. “I’m such a big baby,” I said. “I’m pathetic.”
“No, you’re one of the strongest women I know. You’ve lost so much, and you’re still fighting.”
“Yeah, but I’m losing the battle. I’m losing. I’m losing real bad, Sam.”
Then Sam pulled me close and hugged me, and for the moment at least, it was all better—just like always.
Copyright © 2004 by James Patterson
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turn your back on fame just to stay true to
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