Statement of the day: you don’t know what grace is until your entire family is sick (Wife: high fever, migraine, cramps, aches all over her body; son: fever and head-ache; daughter: high fever and cough), and you put your children to sleep by gently stroking them on their eye-lids, seeing that they fall deeper and deeper into their dream, opening their eyes once in a while just to check that dad is still there with them.
Now how’s that for grace?
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- 8 september, 2006 / 5:13 e m