Shades of red, blending into the yellows.Radiant beams flowing out in all directions.Warmth.Filling in the crevices of dark.Turning night into glorious day.Ascent.
Oh, beautiful girl!You are going to be ok.You are special and kind.You are loved.You are enough.Even on the days you don’t feel it, fight hard to believe it.You are not a mistake.You are chosen.Oh, beautiful girl!You’re a child of God!
Chubby toddler hands, interlocked in mine.TV noise in the background.Lounging on the couch; soaking it all in.Drawing, and playing.My heart is so full.Overwhelmed with gratitude.These are the moments I want to remember.When I’m old and grey, let days like today be on repeat in my mind.
breathe.focus.let the words come to you.they always come.inhale.exhale.write!
The pictures of us hang on the walls, just like the memories that occupy my mind.A reminder to create, because I so often forget.This couch has held much more than our bodies, and it shows.It will remember us long after we’ve gone.As the screen plays clips of fairytales, real life stretches out before me.Far better… Continue reading Living Room
Come away with me.We’ll be wild and we’ll be free.It’ll be fun. You’ll see.
My biggest fear used to be that I would forget you.That time would turn my mind against you.But lately, I find myself trying to move on.Maybe I never loved you at all.I loved the comfort that you brought; stability.My biggest fear used to be that I would have to leave you.And now that I’m gone,… Continue reading My Biggest Fear
Mornings spent eating breakfast at the table.Afternoons spent napping on the couch.Summers spent running through the yard and climbing the trees.Hours of laughter. Knowing I was loved every step of the way.Days spent playing dolls.Thousands of gallons of water used to fill up the bathtub.Years spent talking and dreaming and pretending.A childhood of memories hidden… Continue reading The House That Built Me
The Friday before Mother's Day, Mike told me to get out of the house. He told me to go somewhere, and do something for myself. This isn't really my thing. I don't like doing things by myself. I was, honestly, a little offended he didn't want to go with me, but I knew some time… Continue reading The Perfect Summer Bag
I can’t find my way back.I’m fumbling through the darkness trying to make sense of that which cannot be explained.Trying to convince myself that I’m ok out here in the unknown.