I've Loved this from the moment I stumbled upon it in my youth many moons ago.

Excerpt from,

"The Prophet"

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the Archer’s hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Kahlil Gibran

Smoking and smooching, at the same time!! Holy Macarolly stand back, wild child on the prowl, led a rough crowd did ya? I remember you posting you're Catholic, make those poor nuns blush?

Don't go trying that miss-direction disinformation on us, That's birdie poo kitty cat flu 22, (bpkcf-22), and I imagine your not doing any "Gain of function research" either? Yea right..

I would hate for my life to depend on me finding a hungry cat on your farm, matter of fact if I was a betting man, I'd have to double down on fat, lazy, happy and spoiled. (cats are such little communist, when Marx wrote das capital he had cats in mind) Probably way past the point where all the mice just laugh at them, especially since the birds have already stolen their lunch money.

Ok let me do some quick math in my head, nineteen when you had your first baby and he's soon to be twenty five, soooo add two for leap years, but because you were such a wild child (all that smoking and smooching going on) then you loose two plus because of the fact that you were trying to smooch on two boys at the same time (lucky dogs), I have to subtract another two, carry that two over, now you have a big heart and have been rescuing kitties so take that twenty divide it by four add five to the total, You love Grandma, God and Country, that counts big, really really big, add eight carry the four annnnnd that means

your still

young and beautiful

by my quantum

Calculations :-)