Inner Medley...

formerly known as LoveLifeNotes.

  • 19th March
    2013
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  • 7th June
    2012
  • 07

She Carries Sunshine

    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)

  • 25th April
    2012
  • 25

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.

  • 25th April
    2012
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  • 13th April
    2012
  • 13

She Carries Sunshine

innermedley:

    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.

  • 13th April
    2012
  • 13

She Carries Sunshine

    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.

  • 7th February
    2012
  • 07

Maybe It’s Broken

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

  • 24th January
    2012
  • 24
I had a teddy bear and balloons delivered to her at school today for her birthday. &lt;3  Her awesome teacher sent me pictures.

I had a teddy bear and balloons delivered to her at school today for her birthday. <3  Her awesome teacher sent me pictures.

  • 24th January
    2012
  • 24

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.

  • 25th December
    2011
  • 25

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.

  • 25th December
    2011
  • 25

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.

  • 14th December
    2011
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  • 11th December
    2011
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  • 8th December
    2011
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  • 7th December
    2011
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