
William Forde July 29th, 2012.
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![]() "The fewer one has, the more precious they become; whether it be hen's teeth, days left to live or moving images that touched one's soul and stirred one's passion. Fond memories of one's first kiss, sweetheart summer walks, hiding within the growing sheafs of nature's corn field, and discovering the true meaning that one's first declaration of 'love' to an attractive woman is more commonly wicked 'want' and is as quickly as apparent after the act as the act was itself. Then there is the whirlwind of one's wedding day and the uncertainty of the night ahead, anticipated with pleasure and bonded with a fearful expectation that one has too much 'love' and not enough 'want' after the excitement of the hectic day. Not to forget the first cry of one's first born, that magical sight of their first steps taken and the sinking hurt of their first bleed after a fall. Getting them off to school, pushing them through punishing exams and into university or their first job and place of their own, while managing to juggle one's household budget better than any Chancellor in a recession ever could. And then, when it's all done and the family home becomes bereft of the presence of children, becoming another statistic of divorce and 'starting all over again'. Whoever said that you only live once was never married more than once!" William Forde July 29th, 2012.
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