A poem I really like... I had copied it and printed it out and then today I happened to find the paper again. Thought I'd share it.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
The soul that rises with us
Our life's Star
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar
Not in entire forgetfulness
And not in utter nakedness
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.
And today's Jake picture... taken right after he woke up. He woke up ready to start playing and exploring the office.
I have a headache tonight, so that's all you're getting from me for this post ;)
I blame the headache on watching a movie... but it was an interesting movie. It won best foreign film in 1956 and is titled La Strada. Italian. Those old movies are fascinating, and I rather like their slowness, the subtlely, the black and white picture. I am sure finding and watching some interesting movies thanks to Netflix!