"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time." ~John Lubbock
I belong to those I birthed.
I'm an observer of time, as it flows across my children's faces.
I'm a hoarder of memories.
A vessel that has been filled and emptied twice over. A soul that bears the remnants of others.
What a gift to be living, to look back, to dream, to appreciate life's profound seasons...to understand everything and nothing at all.
My girl. Both of my girls are my girls, but this one, oh she's mine, from her temperament to her laugh, down to her, not as long as it should be, fuse. She is my mirror, my mini-me, my challenge, my littlest love. She wants mama and only mama, and that's alright with me.