Alive
Why walk, when with bright
eyes she can leap, twirl, and dance
where her heart takes her.
Why walk, when with bright
eyes she can leap, twirl, and dance
where her heart takes her.
There are times,
when the sun shines through me
with such force
that I’m sure it has warmed
my soul
and injected happiness into my bones.
The wind blows against me
and leaves faint whispers
of where it’s going
and where it’s been.
And despite the coolness
I feel with its touch
it warms the very heart of me.
Sometimes,
her laughter tickles me
in a place deep inside
so far buried,
that I’m sure,
the only other being
to have graced it, is her
while still buried within my core.
I carried a meadow while it blossomed,
nurturing her beauty with my own
and feeding her with the warmth
of a blanket of myself and my love.
And when I look in her eyes
and at that face,
so much like my own…
I feel it again.
That rupture deep within,
making me feel alive
and reminding me, that this,
this is life
and it is for love
and it is for her
…and nothing else matters,
So long as my heart sings
with the sun,
with the wind,
and with the sound of her laughter…
I am alive.
(Source: innermedley)
My current favorites of Meadow and I. The 2nd one is her giving the “but I don’t want to smile” face. It cracks me up whenever I see it, so I thought I’d include it.
Swinging at the park with my little Boo.
There are times,
when the sun shines through me
with such force
that I’m sure it has warmed
my soul
and injected happiness into my bones.
The wind blows against me
and leaves faint whispers
of where it’s going
and where it’s been.
And despite the coolness
I feel with its touch
it warms the very heart of me.
Sometimes,
her laughter tickles me
in a place deep inside
so far buried,
that I’m sure,
the only other being
to have graced it, is her
while still buried within my core.
I carried a meadow while it blossomed,
nurturing her beauty with my own
and feeding her with the warmth
of a blanket of myself and my love.
And when I look in her eyes
and at that face,
so much like my own…
I feel it again.
That rupture deep within,
making me feel alive
and reminding me, that this,
this is life
and it is for love
and it is for her
…and nothing else matters,
So long as my heart sings
with the sun,
with the wind,
and with the sound of her laughter…
I am alive.
There are times,
when the sun shines through me
with such force
that I’m sure it has warmed
my soul
and injected happiness into my bones.
The wind blows against me
and leaves faint whispers
of where it’s going
and where it’s been.
And despite the coolness
I feel with its touch
it warms the very heart of me.
Sometimes,
her laughter tickles me
in a place deep inside
so far buried,
that I’m sure,
the only other being
to have graced it, is her
while still buried within my core.
I carried a meadow while it blossomed,
nurturing her beauty with my own
and feeding her with the warmth
of a blanket of myself and my love.
And when I look in her eyes
and at that face,
so much like my own…
I feel it again.
That rupture deep within,
making me feel alive
and reminding me, that this,
this is life
and it is for love
and it is for her
…and nothing else matters,
So long as my heart sings
with the sun,
with the wind,
and with the sound of her laughter…
I am alive.
Yesterday as I we were getting into the car so I could take my daughter to school she brought up the weather. “I like this weather, Momma. It’s not very cold and it’s so nice and sunny.” It made me smile because I was feeling the exact same way and so I said to her, “Yes, it’s not usually like this in February, but I like it too.” So then she asked what I meant and I explained that normally, we have a ton of snow and it’s really cold. After sitting for a minute, she says “Maybe it’s broken, Momma. The weather…maybe it’s broken and something is wrong with it.”
I love this little girl. She’s so smart beyond her years and has no idea that’s even the case. My little doll. <3
Today, my little Boo turns 5 years old. I won’t be able to see her today, so I’m having a teddy bear and balloons delivered to her at school. I hope that she has a fantastic day. I am missing her so much today. I called her at school to wish her a happy birthday and she sounded so little on the phone…it tugged at my heartstrings big time. Here are some pics from the end of summer. I’m not sure how long I’ll leave the pictures in this post. I may take them down later.
The magic of Christmas returns once your child is fully able to grasp the concept of Santa and his elves. Believes in such things and waits impatiently for santa and his reindeer. Eagerly sets out cookies for Santa and apples for his reindeer. But the best part is seeing the look of excitement on your child’s face when they see that Santa has been here and he has eaten her cookies and the reindeer have nibbled on the apples. That. That face right there…it holds the magic of Christmas.
Nothing Makes me feel better than when you walk up to me with sleepy eyes and say “I want to cuddle with you, Momma.” Then you curl up and fall asleep in my arms. I love my baby girl so much.
Sweet daughter of mine,
giant puddles for brown eyes,
take everything in.
Meadow Beautiful, Curious Loving, Growing, Changing My sweet little girl Daughter
Your smile captures my
Heart and holds it so tightly
I feel like flying
I feel that I may crumble
under the weight of the love that I have for you.