Yes I finally acquiesced and allowed Kaity to have her hair cut. Probably not surprising the event was far more traumatizing for me than it was for her! Especially, since she was FAR more concerned about gettingto the promised ice cream than about what was coming off her head!! Rodney was just wondering why ice-cream hadn't been a part of the THREE times that he has had his hair cut already.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether you roots have becomes so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love it. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being is love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
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I'm in love with those kids -- I love how Rodney's holding his hands, playing with his finger -- Kaity used to do that.
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