My Girl

You are a Gift.

 This baby is a gift, just like we all are.

 I am trying to remind myself that we all are, we are still special gifts.

 When we first arrive here, we arrive in a small package with smooth skin and inquisitive eyes. We can make people feel whole with just a curl of our lips, with just our smile.  

Our shape changes, our minds form, and our beliefs about ourselves leave us to easily forget how we touch each other lives. How we can make each other feel whole just by loving them. 

LOVE me. 

All we are saying the same thing:

Take time for me.

Lay with me until I fall asleep. You make me feel safe.

Spend time trying to make me smile. Then you will know what makes me happy.

Show me that you care about my body, treasure each part.

kiss me a lot.

Tell people how wonderful I am.

LOVE me... I am still a gift.

Far Behind

I am far behind on editing, posting and updates. At least I have a good reason. Actually 2 good reasons...

Small Treasures

I have red and green apples set in a large dark red ceramic bowl on my patio. My kids count them, admire them,  think about how to make candy apples with them, ask about fall time, and create patterns. All with a bowl of apples.