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I can't choose between two.
One was from my semi-ex (we still see each other) boyfriend, who said that he'd wake up sometimes and spend hours gazing at me sleeping, in total awe that he was sleeping next to me every night.
The other was a few years back when I'd expressed to my folks that I always felt I'd been a disappointment to them. My mother told me that she was bursting with pride in what I've overcome and that she envied the relationships I have with my daughters.
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We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess.
Mark Twain
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