June 17, 2008
It's official. I just turned in the very last paper for my Bachelors Degree to be complete. Although I still have class in 2 hours. I am done. No more papers, no more presentations. DONE. Finito. Complete. Relief.
Oh, it feels so good!
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Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of shag carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask "Why me?"and get their answer when a little voice says, "Because I love you best."
Real Mothers know that a child ' s growth is not measured by height or years or grade... It is marked by the progression of Mama to Mom to Mother...
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
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2 comments:
I think you should post a video of you doing the "happy dance"! Woo HOO!!! Congratulations!
Hallelujah, T!! I bet you are feeling a million pounds lighter now--oh wait, your pregnant...ok, well you know what I mean--emotionally lighter!! Congrats, Love.....T
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