With an assist from his little brother, Pat blows out his birthday candles. (Taken with instagram)
Love is something like clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out, you cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love you would not be happy or want to play.
Miss Anne Sullivan to Helen Keller, The Story of My Life (via bookmania)