happy heart
I do not know what I may appear to the world,but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
In the park, I see many trees and beautiful flowers. There are many children ，They are playing games happily.
I do like to take pictures here. Not only do I like taking pictures here, I also like lying down here with my doggy, we both like the hallway.
Sarah and Tom arrived this morning with little Tessie. Can you remember how we both hugged each other tightly when we saw our tiny granddaughter for the first time? I can’t believe she will be eight next month. I am trying not to cry, my love, as I tell you how beautiful she looks today in her pretty dress and red shiny shoes, she reminds me so much of you that first day we met. She has her hair cut short now, just like yours was all those years ago. When I met her at the door her smile wrapped around me like a warm glove, just like yours used to do, my darling.
When that happy moment comes , will every woman be beautiful –as beautiful , at any rate , as the natural shape of her features , with or without surgical and chemical aid , permits ?
