Great Quotes #1

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Before you were born I loved you
Before you were here an hour I would die for you
This is the miracle of life.

Maureen Hawkins

Comments

  1. Anonymous11:15 pm, February 16, 2009

    never a truth has been spoken so properly. so hard to put into words, the love of a mother... well done finding them.

    blessings,
    Tracie

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  2. Mel12:21 am, February 17, 2009

    Oh so very, VERY true...and some of us...have waited years to hear when and if our baby has been born...and have travelled 1/2 way around the world just to catch our first glimpse of those precious little faces. And every single, solitary second...was worth it.

    You really should've posted a Kleenex warning with this! ;)

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  3. Beth Cotell12:58 am, February 17, 2009

    So very,very true.

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  4. Janie2:09 am, February 17, 2009

    That's a wonderful quote, and so true.

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  5. Lisa Gatz5:35 am, February 17, 2009

    *sniff* That goes right to my motherly heart.

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  6. sallymandy5:59 am, February 17, 2009

    Ah, these sentiments are going right to my heart these days. My one and only (daughter) is nearing 12 and every day becoming more a young woman. Hubby and I are in heated debate about adopting another. Economic times mean we'd probably choose between college for first and adopting a second. I find myself weeping at the drop of a hat or a baby's cry.

    Here are the first lines from the Valentine's Day card my husband bought our daughter:

    "There once was a world with a daughter in it, and the time passed by minute by minute."

    Someday, but not before I'm ready, I'll start learning about the empty nest, but right now I can't bear to think about it.

    Waaah.

    Thanks.

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  7. Lakeland Jo7:26 am, February 17, 2009

    lovely post- very apt quote. I am soon facing the empty nest when teenager goes on his school exchange for ten weeks. As SallyMandy puts it- waaah!

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  8. Merisi8:10 am, February 17, 2009

    So true, wonderful quote.
    I have four such precious treasures.

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  9. menopausaloldbag (MOB)9:19 am, February 17, 2009

    To know such a depth of love is the truest gift of all.

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  10. Daisy9:24 am, February 17, 2009

    Wow, what a great quote, I must call my mum!!

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  11. Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff...1:29 pm, February 17, 2009

    I love your blog and must follow!!
    Please drop by to see me at mine if you have a moment or two.

    This is a beautiful post. And....you're definatly not frumpy:)

    Steady On
    Reggie Girl

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  12. Anonymous2:21 pm, February 17, 2009

    I once read that having a child is like to forever allow your heart to go walking around outside your body~

    Words so often fail such an overpowering level of love!

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  13. Anonymous4:50 pm, February 17, 2009

    Did enjoy your pleasures, very similar to ones I would have chosen myself, esp china tea service.

    Life is indeed a miracle and a wonderful gift.

    CJ xx

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  14. TBM3:50 pm, February 18, 2009

    Oh... boo hoo! So true. I just wrote my daughter's 8th grade graduation ad for her yearbook (American thing, I think). I was crying for hours. These kids grow up way too fast.

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  15. A Woman Of No Importance6:23 pm, February 18, 2009

    Simply stunning, Saz xxx A post need never be lengthy if it is beautiful and heartfelt as yours always are!

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  16. Woman in a Window2:51 am, February 21, 2009

    That is so, isn't it!

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  17. Kari6:50 am, February 21, 2009

    Beautiful quote!

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