In my heart always Whit...love you

There is so much about me. Never could I put my whole self into this one little paragraph, yet I will try to give you a glimpse of who I truly am. Sarah Micayla Henderson. my name was originally going to be Molly...im a little glad that it turned out the way it did. I was raised with many step parents along the way. I would like to say I turned out pretty okay despite the previous fact. i am unique. I have been since an early age. I dont like to accept the norm. Common people and common days can be common all they want...they are just not for me. I am an artist: an artist of life an artist of love and an artist of mediums. Give me creativity any day over an uneducational television. The world is my canvas and also my inspiration. I am passionate. Beyond belief. If you dont have passion in what you do, then everything will be not worth it. I trust everyone I meet from the beginning. When I fall in love, I fall deep. I get confused. Just like everyone else in the world, but I know things will end up just as they are supposed to. I love Sunday mornings of hot cocoa and the "funnies". I am a romantic. I am an old soul. I adore cheese pizza. Back massages are my weakness. Friends and my love are the world to me. I am very trustworthy and will stand up for you. I tend to not get angry. EVER. so even if I am, you wont really know it. I have been on TOP OF THE WORLD.Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at a regional airport. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and she said, "I love you. I wish you enough." She in turn said, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom." They kissed and she left. She walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see she wanted to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?" I asked. "I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said. "When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, "I wish you enough." May I ask what that means?" She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." She paused for a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, she smiled even more. "When we said 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them," she continured. Then, turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you posses. I wish you enough hello's to get you through the final good-bye. She then began to sob and walked away. Layout Provided By CodeMyLayout.com - Myspace Layouts