Dear Brothers,
Us girls are often the ones who want affirmation and encouragement, but you guys need it just as much as we do! We don’t do it enough. We appreciate who you all are, and want you all to know how much you guys are important to us. Sometimes we try so hard to get your attention…
… even though I’m exhausted and fatigue is washing over and throughout me, I’m still thankful for everything I’m fortunate enough to have. When I look around and see the people who love me enough to stick around, the home I live in, the bed I sleep in, the food that’s always stocked in my refrigerator, the money (as little as it may be!) in my bank account or piggy bank, the hot water that still runs from my faucet and showerhead, the clean water I’m safe to drink, the clothes I have a choice to switch up every so often, all down to each breath I am able to healthily breathe, or each blink of an eye I am able to functionally blink to keep my eyes from drying out - I can’t help but smile (weak right now, but nevertheless a smile!) and appreciate everything. I am thankful for my health, my family and friends, my job, my materialistic things, for today and … for being alive.
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Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
