Vivre la moment.

Et il y'a les fois quand je pense qu'il n'y a rien vivre pour, mais a la fin je sais qu'il y'a plus de chose que je pouvais imaginer.

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Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words: Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.Love, MeredithWe put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love. Love, God

ttowanda:

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words: 

Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. 
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. 
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: 
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love. 

Love, God

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We all have nipples!

The other night, my college invited Frank Warren to come speak about his experiences with his art project, Post Secret. I’ve been religiously viewing his blog every Sunday and own all of the Post Secret books, so there was nowhere else on campus I was going to be that night.

He began his discussion by telling the story of how the project got started, soon there after depicting how the publisher forced censorship upon the secrets in the books. Frank started a slide show of a few of the banned secrets. The first secret was a close up of tweezers plucking a hair from a nipple.

The auditorium was filled with awkward laughter and a sense of discomfort filled the room. It reminded me of something I had stumbled upon the other day - a rather powerful image if I do say so myself.

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I was once told I could not make up the shit that happens in my life.

I believe it is true.
Growing up I was the ugly duckling. I was scrawny, nerdy, and weird. No way to get around that. I have to say (and others will testify to my point) that I have grown quite a bit from my middle school days.
Let me interrupt here and say Facebook is an absolutely amazing part of life.
About a year ago I started getting more friend requests from people I attended elementary, middle, and my first high school with. Since I moved the summer between my freshman and sophomore year I hadn’t kept in touch with many of these people, and with good reason. I was leaving that part of my past behind.
Recently, and by recently I mean tonight, a guy I shared a few interactions with prior to being a teenager sent me a message on facebook proclaiming,

You’re hot !! Haha just saying

That was random - but thanks. So besides coming to the conclusion that someone you went to middle school with got incredibly attractive, what else is new?

Hahahaha that’s funny because it is true. Out of nowhere you got hot…

Yeah. That’s flattering.

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Rhythm of Love

It feels so significant.

Notre dance final c’etait plus important que vous pouvez imaginer.