Differences

The biggest difference between my house and my sister's is that all my clocks have the same time on them.  (And they are correct to within thirty seconds.)  Hers are a mad mad mixture of times geared to give her more of what cannot be saved.  (And none of them are the same time.)

But the heart of our homes is pretty much the same.  "We love our bread we love our butter, but most of all we love each other."* (And our children and friends.)

We want the best for those we love; and their misfortune, deserved or not, brings us no joy.

We feel the world has an infinite amount of room for love and that life's lessons are a never ending sign of our worth as human beings.

We tolerate those with opposite views only because it must be done if we want to be true to our own. 

Loving them is a little harder.



*Quote from Madeleine