oh dear Lord, i have to share: i
HAVE to share!!!
jnette, my MOTHER ALWAYS called herself the weeping willow, contrasting me as the oak tree.
she was flexible, gentle, approachable.
and i, the oak, was strong and proud and rigid: and i would snap some day; whereas she, the willow, would merely bend and sway.
oh dear Lord, i need my therapist!!!
seriously, (big sigh, eyes filling up) you more than anyone, know how i feel about you.
you are truly the epiphany of love and grace.
when lifes' challenges have set me back, i become inspired and strong by you, and because of you.
i soooo suck at articulating my feelings.
i can only pray you know how deeply you have touched my spirit and soul.
i need to go jgirl. (i know you can see my crying)
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you can reach me at the funny farm. i'll be the one chopping down every weeping willow in sight! )
leslie xoxo