Take the time to build real life. Devote yourself to relationship. Share love together. There is no greater feeling than that of growing old with someone.

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I see a lot of women in my due date group bemoaning becoming pregnant considering the state of the world these days. It's true in the past they didn't have contraception and maybe some generations of past mothers would have felt the same, but overall the mentality was different too. They knew that it was going to be their children and grandchildren that shape the future and make things better and it was their job to raise those generations to rise to the task. We were made for such a time as this. Our ancestors have been through much worse than anything we've experienced or probably will experience but they knew that if they gave up, nothing would ever get better.

Don't just be the change you want to see in the world, RAISE the change you want to see in the world.

And for the love of all that is good, don't let current narratives pushed on the airwaves (be it television or internet) shape your reality. Your concept of reality should come from an intrinsic desire to follow divine natural order that transcends all forced narratives, left or right.

“Bad times, hard times, this is what people keep saying; but let us live well, and times shall be good. We are the times: Such as we are, such are the times.”

— St. Augustine of Hippo.

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For those who love knitting... all of us know how hard is sometimes to find free cool patterns. Few days ago I was looking for in Telegram a chanel about knit, but there aren't. I've created this to share free patterns with Telegram knitter community. Enjoy :)

Free KNIT patterns:
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Grandmother, on a winter's day, milked the cows and fed them hay, slopped the hogs, saddled the mule, then got the children off to school, did a washing, mopped the floors, washed the windows, did some chores; cooked a dish of home-dried fruit, and pressed her husband's Sunday suit.

Swept the parlor, made the bed, baked a dozen loaves of bread, split some firewood, and then lugged in enough to fill the kitchen bin; cleaned the lamps and put in oil, stewed some apples she thought would spoil; churned the butter, baked a cake, then exclaimed, "For heaven's sake, the calves have got out of the pen!" — went out and chased them in again.

Gathered the eggs and locked the stable, back to the house to set the table, cooked a supper that was delicious, and afterward washed all the dishes, fed the cat and sprinkled the clothes, mended a basketful of hose; then opened the organ and began to play, "When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day."

Author Unknown
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