kate5kiwis: domestiKATEd aka my house now smells like a foodcourt at the mall..

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“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.” — Mitsugi Saotome

Sunday, July 13, 2014

domestiKATEd aka my house now smells like a foodcourt at the mall..

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“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.” — Mitsugi Saotome

: Name: skatey katie; Location: New Zealand

i'm a *blonde* kiwi chick who married my childhood sweetheart (*awwwww*)!!! Hubby (aka Bulldog) and i have five gorgeous kiddos. after sixteen years of being home eduKATEd, three years ago we all went to skool.. but we still get called the von trapps.

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The time will come when, after elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

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