While I was watching Erin and Megan play in the yard today, a strange thought occured to me as they so often do. They were so fascinated by the weeds that were growing in the yard and they kept saying how pretty they were.
At what point in our lives, do we "only" see them as weeds?
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
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The day our parents make us pull the weeds, they become nothing more than weeds.
Pretty profound. I actually like pulling weeds. It's kinda cathartic like jogging. It's just time to get away and think as much..or as little...as you'd like.
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