my mind is turned to darker things
when all around old winter sings
he should have long been fast asleep
yet on he rages cold and deep
spring is lost in winters hold
and all around we feel the cold
grey the sky and white the ground
which should have long ago been crowned
in crocuses and daffodils
with sunshine on my window sills
i long to put my hands in earth
to plant the seeds and see their birth
to watch the gardens life break through
to bask in sunshine, stand in dew
to walk along the forest floor
all those places to explore
moss on ground and tree alike
o how i long to take a hike
dark is my mood on days like this
and sad my heart, when spring i miss
black i wear to mourn her loss
all the night i turn and toss
i don't know what could lift my heart
when winter still just will not part
everyday that snow remains
spring has lost and winter gained
a day, then two, now four, then ten
when will i feel the sun again?
on my deck i long to be,
the sunshine falling down on me
a cup of coffee in my hand
with children playing in the sand
spring please come, please here my plea
and set things right as they should be
knock old winter off his seat
and let us feel your wondrous heat
bring new life, bring new hope
help us all to learn to cope
in this our time of desperate need
spring please come ~ and with all speed
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
facebook for cars? a mothers perspective
recently i was involved in a facebook discussion about the tiny stick man families that people post on their rear windows.
i was surprised at how many people are offended by these
someone even went so far as to say ugh puke...
i was shocked and bewildered
and i started thinking about why it bothered me so much, why i was thinking about these over the top reactions
and i suppose my own over reaction as well
when i realised we often react not to someone else, but to what we have hidden deep in our own hearts
when my son was 17 months old he took his fathers medication, to be honest he would most certainly have died had his 3 year old sister not come running to mommy telling me not just that he took it. but what exact pill he had taken.
we were in the ambulance on the way to the children's hospital, he was bright red, with a fever rising by the moment, limp in my arms except for the seizures...
and i could see perfectly out the back window, i could see the faces of the drivers
i could see there frustration ~ we were in their way
i watched as they tried to veer around us
i watched as they scowled
i saw them swearing... they were going to be late and that was my fault
and i remember looking down at my tiny littleman and knowing there was a very real chance he would slip away. torn from my life. right there. in that hot. cramped. ambulance.
surrounded by strangers
who did not care,
whose only thought was that they wished they were in front of us
and i thought to myself
i wish they could see
i wish they could see what this ambulance carried
i wish they could see my baby limp like a rag doll in his mamas arms
i wish they could see the fear in his mamas eyes
i wish they could see the pain, the moments that might be his last
maybe they would soften their hearts if they knew our story
maybe getting to work, or the spa, or home for lunch,
late
is not the worst thing that could happen
and my mind was changed forever in those scary moments
to me a car is not just an obstacle
it carries life...
and a sticker of a stick family reminds me that someones whole world is riding in that car
it doesn't bother me
it doesn't entertain me
it doesn't tell me their political views
but it does tell me their world view
one dad one mom one girl two boys and two dogs
their whole world
and i can understand that world
and i can respect that
and i can appreciate that
i can even be a couple minutes late...
for that
everyone has a story
we just tell it in diffrent ways
i was surprised at how many people are offended by these
someone even went so far as to say ugh puke...
i was shocked and bewildered
and i started thinking about why it bothered me so much, why i was thinking about these over the top reactions
and i suppose my own over reaction as well
when i realised we often react not to someone else, but to what we have hidden deep in our own hearts
when my son was 17 months old he took his fathers medication, to be honest he would most certainly have died had his 3 year old sister not come running to mommy telling me not just that he took it. but what exact pill he had taken.
we were in the ambulance on the way to the children's hospital, he was bright red, with a fever rising by the moment, limp in my arms except for the seizures...
and i could see perfectly out the back window, i could see the faces of the drivers
i could see there frustration ~ we were in their way
i watched as they tried to veer around us
i watched as they scowled
i saw them swearing... they were going to be late and that was my fault
and i remember looking down at my tiny littleman and knowing there was a very real chance he would slip away. torn from my life. right there. in that hot. cramped. ambulance.
surrounded by strangers
who did not care,
whose only thought was that they wished they were in front of us
and i thought to myself
i wish they could see
i wish they could see what this ambulance carried
i wish they could see my baby limp like a rag doll in his mamas arms
i wish they could see the fear in his mamas eyes
i wish they could see the pain, the moments that might be his last
maybe they would soften their hearts if they knew our story
maybe getting to work, or the spa, or home for lunch,
late
is not the worst thing that could happen
and my mind was changed forever in those scary moments
to me a car is not just an obstacle
it carries life...
and a sticker of a stick family reminds me that someones whole world is riding in that car
it doesn't bother me
it doesn't entertain me
it doesn't tell me their political views
but it does tell me their world view
one dad one mom one girl two boys and two dogs
their whole world
and i can understand that world
and i can respect that
and i can appreciate that
i can even be a couple minutes late...
for that
everyone has a story
we just tell it in diffrent ways
Saturday, March 26, 2011
so many thoughts that tangle me...
so much has happened in the world, and in my life, that i find myself lost for words, at least lost for meaningful words which is what i strive to share,
especially in this ~ a public venue.
my heart breaks for the people of Japan, and has yet to heal for the people of Haiti
i have read about people blaming God for these tragedies, and worse yet i have read about people crediting Him with them, like that is somehow better.
it has made me think...
i know that hell is a real place,
i know that those who choose to reject God spend eternity there
i know God is all powerful,
and can make all kinds of things
both pleasant and painful happen
for His purpose.
i understand believers wanting to warn people of the reality of eternity
i think we need to look at the world around us and remember we are mortal
we need also to look to Jesus and remember we are immortal
we will all live for eternity
the choice we have is where we spend it
yet i think back to my salvation moment, and i realise something,
i didn't make my choice to surrender to Jesus so i could spend eternity in heaven
and i didn't make my eternal choice to avoid hell either
for me it was not about the where
it was about the who...
when i finally saw with understanding how very much God loved me
when i finally realised the absolute agony He went through
when i finally wrapped my head and heart around the fact He did it for me
i chose the who
i chose the one who loved me so much...
that He came, here..
He lived in the messy world of humans
He loved the unlovable, as a man, and as God
He walked the earth,
saw the sin, the shame,
He was hated, and loved
He was offered it all,
and refused
He chose obedience in a way i will never fully comprehend
He chose the cross and the tomb
to die as a traitor,
to pay the price a traitor must pay
why?
for me...
so i could choose Him
so i could choose life,
and love,
and acceptance,
and forgiveness,
and peace
so i made my choice....
~JESUS~
i chose Jesus because of love
not fear
i wonder how many people truly choose salvation based on fear of hell..
it seems to me people run from fear
and run to love
and God loves every single one of us
i think it is hard to resist love,
so why do we try to compel with fear?
"though i speak with the tongues of men and angels, and have not love, i am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
and though i have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge, and tho i have all faith, so that i could remove mountains, and have not love, i am nothing."
1Corinthians 13:1,2
seems like we spend to much time choosing other venues,
when love is the one thing that can show the world who Jesus is.
i don't weep for "Japan"
i weep for the woman searching for her husband
i weep for the mom who stands in line to have her baby scanned for radiation
i weep for the child who has no mama and no papa, and no answers
i weep for the man who sits alone in a shelter full of people, with no family, no home and no hope.
why would anyone give the loving God i cling to "credit" for that?
i believe God weeps with me for the people of Japan
especially in this ~ a public venue.
my heart breaks for the people of Japan, and has yet to heal for the people of Haiti
i have read about people blaming God for these tragedies, and worse yet i have read about people crediting Him with them, like that is somehow better.
it has made me think...
i know that hell is a real place,
i know that those who choose to reject God spend eternity there
i know God is all powerful,
and can make all kinds of things
both pleasant and painful happen
for His purpose.
i understand believers wanting to warn people of the reality of eternity
i think we need to look at the world around us and remember we are mortal
we need also to look to Jesus and remember we are immortal
we will all live for eternity
the choice we have is where we spend it
yet i think back to my salvation moment, and i realise something,
i didn't make my choice to surrender to Jesus so i could spend eternity in heaven
and i didn't make my eternal choice to avoid hell either
for me it was not about the where
it was about the who...
when i finally saw with understanding how very much God loved me
when i finally realised the absolute agony He went through
when i finally wrapped my head and heart around the fact He did it for me
i chose the who
i chose the one who loved me so much...
that He came, here..
He lived in the messy world of humans
He loved the unlovable, as a man, and as God
He walked the earth,
saw the sin, the shame,
He was hated, and loved
He was offered it all,
and refused
He chose obedience in a way i will never fully comprehend
He chose the cross and the tomb
to die as a traitor,
to pay the price a traitor must pay
why?
for me...
so i could choose Him
so i could choose life,
and love,
and acceptance,
and forgiveness,
and peace
so i made my choice....
~JESUS~
i chose Jesus because of love
not fear
i wonder how many people truly choose salvation based on fear of hell..
it seems to me people run from fear
and run to love
and God loves every single one of us
i think it is hard to resist love,
so why do we try to compel with fear?
"though i speak with the tongues of men and angels, and have not love, i am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
and though i have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge, and tho i have all faith, so that i could remove mountains, and have not love, i am nothing."
1Corinthians 13:1,2
seems like we spend to much time choosing other venues,
when love is the one thing that can show the world who Jesus is.
i don't weep for "Japan"
i weep for the woman searching for her husband
i weep for the mom who stands in line to have her baby scanned for radiation
i weep for the child who has no mama and no papa, and no answers
i weep for the man who sits alone in a shelter full of people, with no family, no home and no hope.
why would anyone give the loving God i cling to "credit" for that?
i believe God weeps with me for the people of Japan
Monday, March 21, 2011
One Beautiful Life: A Giveaway for World Down Syndrome Day!
One Beautiful Life: A Giveaway for World Down Syndrome Day!: "For just over a year after Ella was born I contemplated my role as an advocate. I knew that I needed to be one but I wasn't really sure why...."
Saturday, February 26, 2011
a change... for life
so i have been pretty quiet on my blog lately, not because i have nothing to say, but because i have been doing, instead of saying for the last while. so much has happened both good and bad, but ultimately all good i suppose since all things work together for good for those who follow Jesus and that includes me...
i realised that while i was happy with my life, i was also being more of a spectator than a participant, and so i have started to do, not just say i want to do, but actually do
i have started exercising, which i know many people do every new years for a month or two, but i have never been much of a new years resolution girl, i am much more "make a resolution and keep it, or don't make it" girl, so not a new years thing, a lifestyle thing
in keeping with the get healthy to live my life attitude, i have cut out almost all sugar, most fat, and my beloved creamer for my coffee....
a step i swore i would never ever take, and i gotta say the first few days drinking coffee with milk and splenda,
i was glad i was a ~ get it done, to stubborn to quit girl,
because the creamer called, crooned, sang, whispered and finally really screeched
~but i resisted~
and after awhile i got used to the new coffee, it was not as tasty, not as creamy, not as sweet, but it was still hot and filled with caffeine, and while whole milk is not international delight, it was sorta creamy
and i noticed two things right away
i lost 9 pounds in one week
and i felt ~better~
the coffee with all the creamy sugary gunk in it was supposed to be a treat to start my day
and it smelled like one
and it felt like one in the warm cup on cold hands
and it tasted like one
but there was something i didn't see about it while i was drinking it
it made my queasy
it made me slower
it took the place of breakfast
and
it made me fat
which made me slower
and grumpy
i found it hard to play with my kids
i didn't want to sit on the floor
i didn't want to chase them
i didn't want to go for a walk
i was always tired
just a few days without this thing i thought was vital to my existence and i felt
better
faster
hungry, for actual food
i felt like chasing my babies
i sit on the floor with them to read a book
i bought an elliptical, well i should say my husband bought me an elliptical because he always encourages me in what i want to do, always wants to see me succeed
and i started using it
every single day
i have missed one day since i got it, yesterday, when i decided scrubbing the house was a good enough workout
i started eating fresh food
i have always fed it to the kids, they love veggies and fruit
i never ate it myself because it is so expensive
but i have decided that i am important
to my husband
to my kids
to my sister
to my friends
and to Jesus
and i need to take care of me
i was feeling very good
and so i upped the anty
i switched from whole milk to 2% in my coffee
i now drink tea
but i love tea so it really isn't a hardship
i will never go back to the creamer
because i now see the international delight for what it is
a stealer of my life
i choose life
and i have lost 20lbs
i realised that while i was happy with my life, i was also being more of a spectator than a participant, and so i have started to do, not just say i want to do, but actually do
i have started exercising, which i know many people do every new years for a month or two, but i have never been much of a new years resolution girl, i am much more "make a resolution and keep it, or don't make it" girl, so not a new years thing, a lifestyle thing
in keeping with the get healthy to live my life attitude, i have cut out almost all sugar, most fat, and my beloved creamer for my coffee....
a step i swore i would never ever take, and i gotta say the first few days drinking coffee with milk and splenda,
i was glad i was a ~ get it done, to stubborn to quit girl,
because the creamer called, crooned, sang, whispered and finally really screeched
~but i resisted~
and after awhile i got used to the new coffee, it was not as tasty, not as creamy, not as sweet, but it was still hot and filled with caffeine, and while whole milk is not international delight, it was sorta creamy
and i noticed two things right away
i lost 9 pounds in one week
and i felt ~better~
the coffee with all the creamy sugary gunk in it was supposed to be a treat to start my day
and it smelled like one
and it felt like one in the warm cup on cold hands
and it tasted like one
but there was something i didn't see about it while i was drinking it
it made my queasy
it made me slower
it took the place of breakfast
and
it made me fat
which made me slower
and grumpy
i found it hard to play with my kids
i didn't want to sit on the floor
i didn't want to chase them
i didn't want to go for a walk
i was always tired
just a few days without this thing i thought was vital to my existence and i felt
better
faster
hungry, for actual food
i felt like chasing my babies
i sit on the floor with them to read a book
i bought an elliptical, well i should say my husband bought me an elliptical because he always encourages me in what i want to do, always wants to see me succeed
and i started using it
every single day
i have missed one day since i got it, yesterday, when i decided scrubbing the house was a good enough workout
i started eating fresh food
i have always fed it to the kids, they love veggies and fruit
i never ate it myself because it is so expensive
but i have decided that i am important
to my husband
to my kids
to my sister
to my friends
and to Jesus
and i need to take care of me
i was feeling very good
and so i upped the anty
i switched from whole milk to 2% in my coffee
i now drink tea
but i love tea so it really isn't a hardship
i will never go back to the creamer
because i now see the international delight for what it is
a stealer of my life
i choose life
and i have lost 20lbs
Thursday, February 10, 2011
what i love about...
my husband
*that he encourages every crazy idea i get
*that he loves what i create
*that he gets up with the kids and lets me sleep in every week
*that he makes supper half the time even when i don't give him credit for it
*that he works long hours to support his family
*that he cares about his work and does his best, even when no one is watching
*that he admits his mistakes and doesn't blame others
*that he loves his kids soooo much
*that he will wear sparkly wings and pearls, just to make his daughter smile
*that his face is so very expressive and moldable
*that he has a gorgeous smile
*that he thinks he is funny... and i usually agree
*that he helps me around the house
*that he will look after our kids when i have a headache
*that he will look after our kids when i need to go create
*that he doesn't call it babysitting, he calls it being dad
*that he reads my blog even tho he would rather be looking at bikes
*that his dog matches mine so very nicely
*that he loves me, even when i am unlovable
*that he has integrity
*that he loves Jesus
*that he makes a great mad face when we are out and someone is disrespectful
*that he protects the kids, and his wife
*that he has sparkly eyes and a strong masculine face
*that he loves my family
*that he knows me
*that he is kind
*that he has a great butt :)
my daughter
*how she mothers her brother
*the way she forgives
*her sparkly eyes
*her mischief face
*her laugh
*her drawings
*her compassion
*the sounds she makes when she plays dinosaurs
*that she loves faeries
*that she loves dragons
*that she loves her brother
*her hands
*her cowgirl attitude
*her beautiful long hair
*the way she picks such colorful outfits
*her tiny kisses
*the way she saves up my kisses in her heart
*her stories
*her silly jokes
*her teacher voice
*her imagination
*the way she loves
*the way she sleeps so peaceful and sprawled out
*her printing
*her dancing
*her singing a made up song just for me
*her hugs
my son
*his super cuteness
*the way he runs
*the way he makes train sounds
*the way he sneaks up behind me to give me a snuggle
*his slobbery kisses
*his crazy lick face
*his Independence
*his sense of humor
*his eyes
*his smile
*the way he reminds me of his daddy
*the way he reminds me of my daddy
*his sensitive gentle spirit
*his laugh
*his excitement
*his imagination
*his super hero underwear, and the fact he wants to wear them
*the way he apologizes from his heart
*how he forgives
*his cheeks
*his belly
*the way he loves water
*when he sings
*his fake sad face
*his fake cute face
*his scrunched up smile
*his scared face
*how he loved to be scared
*the way he says "i love you mommy"
my sister
*her laugh
*the way we both sound like our mother
*that she is always there for me
*that she prays for me
*that she prays for what i need not what i want
*her smile
*her compassion
*her children
*her wisdom
*the way she shares her wisdom with kindness
*her servants heart
*the way she loves my kids
*that i have gotten to know her
*that she accepts me as i am not as she thinks i should be
*that she is a kindred spirit
*that she loves Jesus
*her creativity
*the way she organizes her fabric
*that she sews so beautifully
*that she sews things for me
*that she sews things for my family
*that being in her home feels like home
*playing dollies with her
*her sense of humor
*her ipad (jealous)
*that she loves her dogs
*watching her get excited about horses
*her cooking
*that she is honest
*that she has integrity
*that she speaks truth into the lives of those who surround her
*that she blesses me
*that she blesses my family
my mom
*her sense of humor
*that i can so perfectly mimic her stern voice
*her gardens
*the way she made christmas
*her blue eyes
*her love of birds
*her compassion
*the way she has worked to make her life what it is
*the way she knew if a finger shadow was touching her when she was tanning
*the hummingbird in the flower
*her laugh
*her spark
*her hands
*her stories
*patty watty watty watty watty
*that when push comes to shove ~ family is first
*that i can tell her the truth and i know she will tell me exactly what she thinks
*her love of dolls
*her artists heart, and that she gave it to me, and my daughter
*that she respects the earth
*the way she makes each place she lives more beautiful when she leaves than when she arrived
*"wreck wreck wreck" and how it still makes my daughter laugh
*having tea with "dunkers"
* the dresses she sewed me and how they twirled
*my rag dolls
*her love of flowers
*that she is my mom, through good and bad
this is just a small list of some of the people i love and some of the many things i love about them... it really is the people, not the things, that make life rich.
*that he encourages every crazy idea i get
*that he loves what i create
*that he gets up with the kids and lets me sleep in every week
*that he makes supper half the time even when i don't give him credit for it
*that he works long hours to support his family
*that he cares about his work and does his best, even when no one is watching
*that he admits his mistakes and doesn't blame others
*that he loves his kids soooo much
*that he will wear sparkly wings and pearls, just to make his daughter smile
*that his face is so very expressive and moldable
*that he has a gorgeous smile
*that he thinks he is funny... and i usually agree
*that he helps me around the house
*that he will look after our kids when i have a headache
*that he will look after our kids when i need to go create
*that he doesn't call it babysitting, he calls it being dad
*that he reads my blog even tho he would rather be looking at bikes
*that his dog matches mine so very nicely
*that he loves me, even when i am unlovable
*that he has integrity
*that he loves Jesus
*that he makes a great mad face when we are out and someone is disrespectful
*that he protects the kids, and his wife
*that he has sparkly eyes and a strong masculine face
*that he loves my family
*that he knows me
*that he is kind
*that he has a great butt :)
my daughter
*how she mothers her brother
*the way she forgives
*her sparkly eyes
*her mischief face
*her laugh
*her drawings
*her compassion
*the sounds she makes when she plays dinosaurs
*that she loves faeries
*that she loves dragons
*that she loves her brother
*her hands
*her cowgirl attitude
*her beautiful long hair
*the way she picks such colorful outfits
*her tiny kisses
*the way she saves up my kisses in her heart
*her stories
*her silly jokes
*her teacher voice
*her imagination
*the way she loves
*the way she sleeps so peaceful and sprawled out
*her printing
*her dancing
*her singing a made up song just for me
*her hugs
my son
*his super cuteness
*the way he runs
*the way he makes train sounds
*the way he sneaks up behind me to give me a snuggle
*his slobbery kisses
*his crazy lick face
*his Independence
*his sense of humor
*his eyes
*his smile
*the way he reminds me of his daddy
*the way he reminds me of my daddy
*his sensitive gentle spirit
*his laugh
*his excitement
*his imagination
*his super hero underwear, and the fact he wants to wear them
*the way he apologizes from his heart
*how he forgives
*his cheeks
*his belly
*the way he loves water
*when he sings
*his fake sad face
*his fake cute face
*his scrunched up smile
*his scared face
*how he loved to be scared
*the way he says "i love you mommy"
my sister
*her laugh
*the way we both sound like our mother
*that she is always there for me
*that she prays for me
*that she prays for what i need not what i want
*her smile
*her compassion
*her children
*her wisdom
*the way she shares her wisdom with kindness
*her servants heart
*the way she loves my kids
*that i have gotten to know her
*that she accepts me as i am not as she thinks i should be
*that she is a kindred spirit
*that she loves Jesus
*her creativity
*the way she organizes her fabric
*that she sews so beautifully
*that she sews things for me
*that she sews things for my family
*that being in her home feels like home
*playing dollies with her
*her sense of humor
*her ipad (jealous)
*that she loves her dogs
*watching her get excited about horses
*her cooking
*that she is honest
*that she has integrity
*that she speaks truth into the lives of those who surround her
*that she blesses me
*that she blesses my family
my mom
*her sense of humor
*that i can so perfectly mimic her stern voice
*her gardens
*the way she made christmas
*her blue eyes
*her love of birds
*her compassion
*the way she has worked to make her life what it is
*the way she knew if a finger shadow was touching her when she was tanning
*the hummingbird in the flower
*her laugh
*her spark
*her hands
*her stories
*patty watty watty watty watty
*that when push comes to shove ~ family is first
*that i can tell her the truth and i know she will tell me exactly what she thinks
*her love of dolls
*her artists heart, and that she gave it to me, and my daughter
*that she respects the earth
*the way she makes each place she lives more beautiful when she leaves than when she arrived
*"wreck wreck wreck" and how it still makes my daughter laugh
*having tea with "dunkers"
* the dresses she sewed me and how they twirled
*my rag dolls
*her love of flowers
*that she is my mom, through good and bad
this is just a small list of some of the people i love and some of the many things i love about them... it really is the people, not the things, that make life rich.
Monday, February 7, 2011
over a year and barely a moment
it is over a year now since we said goodbye, and barely a moment passes that you are not remembered.
so many moments spent thanking God for the time we had,
so many things i wish i could have shared with you,
so many moments spent missing you
so much advice i wish you could have given me
a whole year...
a year without fresh garden tomatoes,
delivered with love
and paid for with tea and a visit
a year without email updates on family and friends
i am left wondering how Mrs. Tindale is...
among others...
a year full to bursting with blessings, and grief...
i have made it through a whole year without you
and that in itself is sad to me.
i painted my kitchen, i think you would like it
i am learning to embrace color, i really have no choice as my daughter loves all colors, the more color the more beautiful a thing can be
my son loves trains, and strawberry shortcake (the doll and the dessert)
i got a puppy ~ she is all grown up now
frank got a puppy ~ he is half grown as well
i found peace ~ it slipped away ~ i found it again, for a moment
my daughter started school, playschool, but a big deal for her
kindergarten next year ~french immersion~
my son painted his room ~ with sticky, stinky yellow soap, which is better than what he used last time
my garden was beautiful, i know you would have loved it...
so many stories told to others, but not to you
a whole long year has passed here without you,
i suppose it is different for you,
eternity understood, in the presence of our Lord
a moment in forever...
but here it is a long time....
and i still miss you
so many moments spent thanking God for the time we had,
so many things i wish i could have shared with you,
so many moments spent missing you
so much advice i wish you could have given me
a whole year...
a year without fresh garden tomatoes,
delivered with love
and paid for with tea and a visit
a year without email updates on family and friends
i am left wondering how Mrs. Tindale is...
among others...
a year full to bursting with blessings, and grief...
i have made it through a whole year without you
and that in itself is sad to me.
i painted my kitchen, i think you would like it
i am learning to embrace color, i really have no choice as my daughter loves all colors, the more color the more beautiful a thing can be
my son loves trains, and strawberry shortcake (the doll and the dessert)
i got a puppy ~ she is all grown up now
frank got a puppy ~ he is half grown as well
i found peace ~ it slipped away ~ i found it again, for a moment
my daughter started school, playschool, but a big deal for her
kindergarten next year ~french immersion~
my son painted his room ~ with sticky, stinky yellow soap, which is better than what he used last time
my garden was beautiful, i know you would have loved it...
so many stories told to others, but not to you
a whole long year has passed here without you,
i suppose it is different for you,
eternity understood, in the presence of our Lord
a moment in forever...
but here it is a long time....
and i still miss you
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