Friday, January 23, 2009
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.
- John Gregory Brown
Daddy didn't weave me a cloth, over the years, he has woven a whole blanket to keep me covered.
:p
Happy Birthday, Ayah!!!!!