the_whys_of_perfect_grace daf The Fall season once asked me if I knew how it could have been so blessed as to have carried you to your birth bed. "It's to remind us of Spring a jewel of hope--a promise ring from Summer to life to carry us through the cold, harsh winters," I said. "This is the gift of the Autumn Child her gift to the world a gift from God." I told her this, darling and she found it quite pleasing, but the truth is that I don't know the whys of Perfect Grace only the benefits of being nearby. Lialei, I do know that I love you; every atom in my body is quivering to say so. I breathe just to serve you, serve to see happiness come to rest within its rightful home: your heart. And while there are miles to be travelled footprints to leave bones left in this body for breaking heartbeats left to be muttered from this humble frame dust to be met by dust remains before this loving you is done. Love always, -- 120330 what's it to you? who go blather from