watching babies play with sand or grass for the first time the look of awe and wonder in their eyes and holding a newborn and listening to their sweet little sighs of contentment when they are being held
2006-07-05 10:54:15
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answered by Anonymous
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I was celebrating my birthday at a beach resort. I decided to get a quick swim before dark; the ocean was warm and dewy. I wanted to get a relaxing spot to sit and enjoy the pleasure of the sunset that was quickly coming upon me. I found a perfect place nestled slightly above the beach under a palm tree. I could view the rocky beach rolling into a perfectly white sandy beach. The sky had a few thin clouds stretching across the sky like a vague runway’s to capture stars. I smelt the air and could smell the sweet saltiness of the breeze as I gazed at the horizon.
Then I spotted a small family walking below me on the rocky portion of the beach. The sky was starting its sunset showing … displaying dramatic colors of crimson’s, ginger’s, plum‘s, and pink’s dancing in the sky. As I watched the sunset, the family had stolen the show. Their silhouettes, against the glorious colors of the evening, became sharper and sharper. I could see the silhouette of the man and the woman embarrassing in an unbreakable bond with their little child squatting at their feet and examining seashells. Then the husband and wife started a beautiful kiss that took my breath away; and still the child clung near their legs fascinated with the beach around it.
As I witnessed this image of “Love” , I sat and pondered what it took for them to get there. Surely, they had to have gone on a first date … fallen in love … got married, and created a beautiful child. However, the sky reminded me that I was romanticizing the simplicity of the bond they were sharing. I came to realize that they must too have encountered many challenges to get to this perfect moment of creating a “Love” image. They most likely had disagreements, possibly trouble with the in-laws, fear of getting marriage, fear of how to accept the responsibility of becoming loving parents, troubles adjusting to late night feedings, and financial responsibilities. When I viewed this image from this point of view, I started to tear up because it made that moment so much more precious…hard work being rewarded for an instant in time, and I bore witness to this “Love”.
2006-07-05 17:56:19
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answered by Giggly Giraffe 7
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The day that I became a father was such a powerful impact on me that I will always remember being in the delivery room holding onto my son. He was so precious and now at age 20, I still love seeing him!
2006-07-05 17:54:40
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answered by joe_on_drums 6
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Being in love. Sadly, my heart was run over by an 18-wheeler...and she backed it up, running over it again....and since she had to get the damn thing out of there, she put it in drive and went over it some more.
2006-07-05 17:54:32
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answered by Anonymous
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coming inside this girl from behind and being able to stay in and not pull out. that was a great feeling
2006-07-05 17:52:18
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answered by Anonymous
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Being Baptized and giving birth to my children.
2006-07-05 17:54:38
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answered by BlueAngel 5
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My firsst journey
2006-07-05 17:52:44
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answered by Joy M 2
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The day I died...that was a good day.
2006-07-05 17:54:11
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answered by neongenesis05 2
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i dunno i really dunno!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
2006-07-05 17:54:35
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answer #9
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answered by mersades g 1
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