Muni tsura ko sang 23 pa lang ko hehe

ahahaha

Women!

They smile when they want to scream. 

They sing when they want to cry. 

They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous 

They fight for what they believe in. 

They stand up for injustice.

They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. 

They go without new shoes so their children can have them. 

They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. 

They love unconditionally. 

They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. 

They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage.

Their hearts break when a friend dies. 

They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. 

They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. 

Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes. 

They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. 

The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin! 

Women do more than just give birth.

They bring joy and hope. 

They give compassion and ideals. 

They give moral support to their family and friends. 

Women have a lot to say and a lot to give. 

This has been sent to you from someone who respects you as a woman.

 

☆☆☆

The Perfect Heart

 

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side. How sad it must be to go through life with a whole untouched heart.>ii<

 

☆ 

God bless & have a wonderful day,

Happy Birthday to US

 heyaaaaaaaaa goodmorning.....ang cute!

The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.
It's seen in the width of his arms that circle you.

The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.
It's in the gentle words he whispers.

The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.
It's how good a buddy he is with his kids.

The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
It's in how respected he is at home.

The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.
It's in how tender he touches.

The strength of a man isn't in the hair on his chest.
It's in his Heart...that lies within his chest.

The strength of a man isn't how many women he's loved.
It's in how he can be true to one woman.

The strength of my man isn't in the weight he can lift.
It's in the burdens he can carry...:)

Thanks for making me happy!

Mwah Ilove you so much Kimpoi.hehe

-dp:)