Today is one of those days where my schedule keeps changing and I keep loosing the time I have set aside for my self care and my writing. Often times when people think of sacrifices made in love we imagine huge romantic declarations and gestures. Movies and books speak of loves so great that hero/heroins will give up everything for the one they love. How often, though, do we stop and consider all the little sacrifices we make through out the day are also acts of love? Even more important. How often do you stop and consider all the small sacrifices others make for you?
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