An appreciation post for: The eyes that are yours, but also your father's. With eyebrow's from Mom. Thank goodness, thank goodness for them. The lips that are yours, but also your father's and somehow your mother's. It must be the way they move like hers when you speak the truth. And stay silent, listening, like… Continue reading Material Girl
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A bath with a bubble and a thought
It is not often that one gets a Saturday Night to lay in a tub, but that is just what I did. There is a special place in my heart for citrus epsom salt and singing Adele at the top of my lungs. It awakens the teenager in me. I will tell you this, I… Continue reading A bath with a bubble and a thought
Look up, Look down
Sunday night approaches. I dig my heels in against the looming week. Wishing for Friday yet again before Monday even peeks her head. I don't like being like that. I like enjoying each day as it comes, having something to look forward too even though work looms overhead like a giant spotlight and I am… Continue reading Look up, Look down
Inside and out
I don’t think we should underestimate windows, do you? After all, they let the light in don’t they?They allow the breeze to dance through.They bring the goodness of outside in. And keep the bad weather out when needed.Sometimes in the right light, they give us rainbows on the floor. Through water or glass.Sometimes at a specific… Continue reading Inside and out
Tomorrow…
We go and pick out your bridal gown. We stand witness to a new form of white. As soft as spring, as strong as spider's web, perhaps with buttons? Maybe with lace or chiffon? Who knows what the details will be. Who knows if I will cry when I see you, in a veil trying… Continue reading Tomorrow…
Three days in
The place is a mess, but the paper work is signed. I balance my whole life on a tender and delicate idea. Boxes unpack and things are hung. Floors swept and wiped. I peek around corners and try to learn the lay out. I see myself in new windows and flick the blinds open and… Continue reading Three days in
We go
The last day in January and big adventure awaits us tomorrow. We fly, we pack, then drive home. Home. Your home and mine, in someway, I hope. I am itching to get this part over. And so are you. You are frightened and so am I. I am treading as carefully as I can, although… Continue reading We go
So soft, the petals unfolding
I hardly heard it coming, this life. These things I am about to embark on. Some of them wished for so hard, I feel as though they drew blood from me. Some of them a surprise so deep I catch myself confused looking in the mirror. Has my whole life been coming to this? What… Continue reading So soft, the petals unfolding
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