A little boy asked his mother "Why are you crying?

"
"Because I'm a woman", she told him.
"I don't understand", he said.
His mum just hugged him and said, "And you neer will"
!ater the little boy asked his "ather, "Why does mother seem to cry "or
no reason?"
"All women cry "or no reason", was all his dad could say.
#he little boy grew u$ and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
%inally he $ut in a call to &od' and when &od got on the $hone, he asked,
"&od, why do women cry so easily?"
&od said(
"When I made the woman she had to be s$ecial. I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight o" the world' yet, gentle enough to
gie com"ort"
"I gae her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that
many times comes "rom her children"
"I gae her a hardness that allows her to kee$ going when eeryone else
gies u$, and take care o" her "amily through sickness and "atigue
without com$laining)
"I gae her the sensitiity to loe her children under any and all
circumstances, een when her child has hurt her ery badly"
"I gae her strength to carry her husband through his "aults and
"ashioned her "rom his rib to $rotect his heart"
"I gae her wisdom to know that a good husband neer hurts his wi"e, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her resole to stand beside him
un"alteringly"
"And "inally, I gae her a tear to shed
#his is hers e*clusiely to use wheneer it is needed."
"+ou see(
#he beauty o" a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the "igure that
she carries, or the way she combs her hair."
"#he beauty o" a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the
doorway to her heart , the $lace where loe resides."
Every Woman is Beautiful.