“In the tragedy in question, for example, he condemned the ideas but admired the style, abhorred the conception but praised all the details, found the characters impossible but their speeches marvelous.”—Gustave Flaubert, Pt. II, Ch. III, Madame Bovary, 1857
I guess for me, celebrated or not, every day is a Christmas. Every day is a New Year’s Day. I just pray that I stop being so forgetful of that.
I love my dad so much. I love my mom so much. I love my sister so much. I love my sisters and brothers so much. I love our boys. And my fellow “skeezies” (MAH GURRLS, who also fall under the “sisters” category but demand a separate category-really, you wouldn’t believe how one-of-a-kind we are). Because He loved first!