In the middle of a set of baby pictures Jay took from his closet a folded piece paper fell out this past weekend. I asked if I could post it on my blog since he doesn't maintain one and is all too humble. I have always loved his writing but this is the youngest one of his I have read. In this I see my love at this tender young age and can see why he is who he is, and how he is still this little boy of 12. I fall in love with him all over again. One side read,
"Jay Oyster, 3-10-79, Reading #301"
Title: "Beauty in Miniature"
"Beauty is found in many small things. If only people would take time to look and see it.
In my opinion beauty is like a chick trying to get out of its egg, or buds of a soon to be here leaf of a tree. But different people have different ideas of beauty. Some people might think a cellophane candy wrapper is beautiful.
A blade of grass, a leaf, a tiny plant, and even a rock can have beauty. You just have to look for it."
I can clearly see the tenderness in his eyes of a child and of the man with whom I am privileged to share my life. I didn't want to lose this paper and not have a copy.
Monday, March 28, 2011
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