Birthday child is a mother's day is the day of death, the pain of a motherand a childborn to the world.Delighted to see the baby born to Augusteach year.We should do something good for the mother to Jasmine Wai mother.Although it fell a few times in a day that is not too late.
Born on the planet. This was until I started to remember the good grown. Old memories. Never be dissolved. Even now the feeling is still fragrant in the hearts. Like flowers that bloom all the time. Will never fade or decays with time. Moist heat like water when thirsty. Sense that it is something special beyond words. But water doth sweet juicy warm milk is refined in mind with the mind. Mother of the child was to drink until the extension. Embrace the camera supported with nourishing fiber link between each other. I love the most I can get. Until the first step of the life force in the sincere milk. Small bipedal stride was confident the way I stumbled extremely difficult for two hand warm not sustain the fragile body to stand up again. Then step through it well. So tired. I sleep, eat, drink milk. Hands waving blowing out cold to heat all the time. Could not sleep. I protect it from being attacked by anything. I like her music. Sweat flowed according to the ground. But the smile did not disappear from the face of the beauty in the eyes of the people. Although the future is unknown as well. Important step and the first step that I give it. Will have the power to move forward in the future. One drop of pure milk white mother refined out of it in the blood of children, never. Decays to dilute in any way. But it is still circulating within the body of the child is always In fact there is a surplus of grace. That warm feeling when you think to this day.