The things we do as women, mothers, sisters, and daughters shape and form the very structure of the path we wall each day. Each block of the foundation is chiseled out of blood, sweat, tears, pain, heartache, sorrow and joy. Holding your child as they quietly weep over their first heart break, and dancing with them when they are happy. Embracing your mother after a long time departed, and feeling like you are home. Laughing with your sister over inside jokes far too loud making everyone stare.
There is so much that is not understood. What I feel on they inside each day. The way I feel when my children hug me. They are growing up so fast. Each day I can see their characters changing. This is my life, I love my life. My kids are such a huge part of me, my happiness, my sanity, my purpose. The responsibility to send these two people out into the world ready for what it holds…good or bad. I’m blessed and thankful each day for the life given to me. As simple as it may be. As hard as it may get. I am here for a purpose that gladly embrace whole heartedly.
“All the fairest beauties in the human soul, its greatest victories, and its most splendid achievements are always those which no one else knows anything about, or can only dimly guess at. Every inner response of the human heart to Love and every conquest over self-love is a new flower on the tree of Love”
Hinds Feet on High Places by Hurnard, Hannah
p.s. I am never saying Duck You or giving you a Mother Ticket, or Mother Forklift.
being without…what can you be without? what have you grown accustomed to and feel normal having in your life? is there someone or something you can’t imagine your day without?
the one person that gets you and you get in return, that when you look at makes you feel calm, safe and happy. The body that you crave, and when touched by it are complete…eternally complete.
their presence next to you is like the warmth of the sun soothing your soul to the depths of the darkness that haunts you when you are apart. is it wrong to not want to be without that? how do you go through the day and night with that gone?
when you have known such beauty, incredible elation, and earth trembling love poured upon your bare flesh…what do you do…without…?
Spring is here….yeah I wrote those the words on February 28th. Sheesh it gets busy fast.
Now planting is in full swing, and there isn’t much time to breath. I think I need to hire a full time cook to make me dinner each night because frankly my dear I don’t give a flying leap sometimes. Yeah yeah I do it anyways. It is my job, and let’s face it I do love my family a lot. I’ll stop bitching and be happy I have a family to come home to.
I should be sleeping but can digress quite well, and my molar hurts. Might be from grinding my teeth but feels more like a cavity…and that’s all I need right now after just buying a car. Not.
I know I owe a fellow reader a post about my life having a pig as a pet. I will work on it and hopefully have it done soon. I like to keep my word.
I need a robot to bring me an ibuprofen…or 3.
I m trapped between two pigs and am thirsty.
Night world. Hope your dreams aren’t as crazy and busy like mine.
Why is it that when sleep hovers above my door step…I struggle to take its hands and drift away to a dream world of peace and adventure…my eyes burn, my head aches, yet I lay here…sweet mistress of sleep, I will deny you no longer. May the nights aroma linger heavy upon my lids, until dawn touches my brow bringing the nectar of the morrow.