Love is a many splendored thing,
It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring, …
music by Sammy Fain and lyrics by Paul Francis Webster
May 1st - love is splendid
How glorious the splendor of a human heart that trusts that it is loved.
Some of us are born procrastinators. We have good intentions to do plenty of good things tomorrow. Sometimes busy schedules, scattered thoughts, myriad distractions, lack of courage, or just plain apathy prevent us from being mindful of the things around us and from doing the one thing we intend to do, and then the chance passes us by. There are times when we intend to say the kind words, reach out to a lonely person, send a note of encouragement to a friend, or visit someone who is sick, but we don't.
Happiness is mostly a by product of doing what makes us feel fulfilled.
Sometimes my intentions are good and my heart is in the right place, but I don’t always pay attention or follow through. My own worries and fears get in the way of meeting the needs of those around me.
I do believe that spreading cheer makes any situation easier and hopefully am going to do better in the future. Those we care about need to know they are loved. We’re either growing sweeter and wiser as the days go by, or we’re growing into foolish or even sour faced curmudgeons.
A life with love will have many thorns, but a life without love will have no roses.