Once all villagers decided to pray for rain. On the day of the prayers all the villagers gathered but only one small boy brought an umbrella.
In our playful mood with a child, we throw our child up in the air and catch him. The baby enjoys the fun without any doubt that we will catch him.
Every night we go to bed with no assurance that we will wake up next morning. We still have a lot of plans for tomorrow.
Have a great week end
Of Borders and lines
3 weeks ago