FAITH IS A CONSTANT BELIEF THAT DOES NOT FADE WHEN THE FEAR OF RIDICULE IS IMMINENT.
   
THE ROSE . . . .
 
Bamore, was in seach of the perfect gift for his wife. He wanted a gift that was as perfect as his love for her. He set out into the countries looking for the perfect gift. He followed the directions of the compass. From the far east he knew there he could find the finest silk. He searched for hours and finally came across a piece that was unmarred and perfect in very way. He chose this to remind him of her soft skin. Next he went into the North and waited for the winters first snowflake chosing it because of its purity and continued upon his journey. He found himself in the West now and took with him the finest incents, thinking of her wonderful smell that followed her where ever she went and was about her even late into the night after a long hot day, she still remained fresh as the days beginning. Traveling on he was taken to the South, finding the strongest vines he took a thin piece of vine to represent her small size and immeasurable strength.

Now His journey had ended where it had began. He was unable to decide upon one gift alone, all of these were perfect in their own ways. He decided to take these gifts and create one to give to her. He took out the silk and layed it gently down coloring it with the pure white of the snowflake. Then he took the incents and layed them in the center of it. As he folded it with the utmost care not to disturb its perfect crafting. He shaped it as an egg when it opened it flowered out the sweet inscents. Lastly he took the piece of vine and attached it to the bottom of the silk.

He was preparing to hand it to her when he jerked his hand abruptly. He looked down to see that his hand was bleeding as the vine had grown thorns and pricked him. He reached over to drop the gift when she laid her soft hand upon his taking it from him. She asked him why he was going to do this when he admitted his failure. He told her of all the work he had gone through and the uncounted hours he had spent in preparation for this day. She looked at him and said he had not failed and that the gift was perfect. She kissed his wounds and washed his hand in a slow stream of clear water. He then asked how she could accept this gift and call it perfect as it had clearly been ruined. Instantly she replied, " my dear Bamore have you not seen that the thorns have come about to protect it from harm." He agreed with her, but asked what can be done with it now it is stained. She replied, " My Precious Bamore, have you not seen that it is the color of true love?"

Finally he was pleased to know that he had created the perfect gift. Able to be self surviving in nature through its own strength. Its touch was as soft and gentle as hers. Its Smell as sweet as any nature could make. It had been able to show emotion through its many colors and even the most potent of all, the red color of true love. Thus he named it after her.

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Well enough of those pictures this is the best one I have
Here is my daughter Brittany Michele Her full initials are BMW
She lives in fl with her mother, and Step-father. Of all the women I have known in my life she will be the most difficult to deal with, she is preparing to enter school now. She can already look at a man of any age and pierce him with her beautiful eyes. Although it may nearly break my heart to tell her no, I must let her know why there are things which I can not give her, things I must keep her from. I can dream of all the things I will buy her, but the most important things are not found in a store. The time and patience she will need will be far more valuable than the gifts I can buy her. I feel sorry for any woman I meet now, for she will have someone to compete with in my life. Brit may well have stolen all my attention, but I have yet to find anyone or anything I would rather share it with. Always Dad..........
 
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