Yes. I dropped a cake. It was bad. Everyone laughed and the photographer was clicking away so there will be plenty of pictures of me bright red holding an empty cake platter.
And then here's Sarah and I in our matching dresses. Aw.
Posted by Caity Bennett at 23:21
by Joy Cowley
There are times in life
when we are called to be bridges,
not a great monument spanning a distance
and carrying loads of heavy traffic,
but a simple bridge to help one person
from here to there
over some difficulty
such as pain, grief, fear, loneliness,
a bridge which opens the way
for ongoing journey.
When I become a bridge for another,
I bring upon myself a blessing,
for I escape from the small prison of self
and exist for a wider world,
breaking out to be a larger being
who can enter another’s pain
and rejoice in another’s triumph.
I know of only one greater blessing
in this life, and that is,
to allow someone else
to be a bridge for me.
2 comments:
that picture is priceless.
I can't get over this. It's SO funny! And sad for you :(
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