*"This pasta is amazing!"
"Those earrings are gorgeous."
"That cake is beautiful."
"That dress is so pretty."*
What do we do when we run out of words?
Why is it we have given words meant for so much, to objects that mean so little?
The day comes you hold your baby girl in your arms for the first time.
You stare into her eyes and can't help but smile because you just remembered what it feels like to fall in love.
You feel yourself begin to glow.
So when you're asked to describe her,
is she more amazing than dinner?
more gorgeous than those silver earrings?
more beautiful than that chocolate cake?
prettier than that dress?
It's about time we start saving our words for the appropriate cause.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
*"This pasta is amazing!"
"Those earrings are gorgeous."
"That cake is beautiful."
"That dress is so pretty."*
What do we do when we run out of words?
Why is it we have given words meant for so much, to objects that mean so little?
The day comes you hold your baby girl in your arms for the first time.
You stare into her eyes and can't help but smile because you just remembered what it feels like to fall in love.
You feel yourself begin to glow.
So when you're asked to describe her,
is she more amazing than dinner?
more gorgeous than those silver earrings?
more beautiful than that chocolate cake?
prettier than that dress?
It's about time we start saving our words for the appropriate cause.
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