#13
my sweet honey…
and my sweet friend…
and now my sweet sister…
…keeping my jar of nummy gummies filled!
on this day in…
~ 2012 ~
first fourth
three fourths
:: chick, chick and chick think that the littles should be sharing their posisicles…
after breakfast posisicles
:: the ipod said that it’s battery wouldn’t make it all the way around the park today…
so i reluctantly headed out without it…my honey encouraging me to “just pray” my way ‘round…
but i was just way too distracted by all of the sounds i’ve been deprived of all these times while my ears have been plugged…
all of the bird and bug songs…the rustle of the leaves in the breeze…the chatter and laughter of people as they pass…
oh! and the rhythmic swish-swish-swish, rubbing-together sound my thighs make as i drag myself along!
how tragic…me being deprived…and oblivious…of all that…all this while!!!
#12
i am lovely…
because He loves me!
just think…
– the Jesus storybook bible
:: this spot under gramma’s tree sure is heavenly! chick, chick and chick are grazing here ‘round me…the littles are making room for fresh waters in their “pool” by emptying the old out all over the thirsty plants…i was just handed a lovely yellow posisicle…
and now…here comes my honey (with his book!) to sit right close to me!
lovely, lovely sunday…
on this day in…
~ 1997 ~
emmie’s eyes
:: the girls needed to hang out for a bit with all of the makeups at target today…
but since i don’t really understand all that stuff…i found myself wandering off…passing through “maternity” and then meandering a little all through the baby section…
me!
#11
that littlest little person falling asleep on me…
he fell asleep on me!
something he might have done…maybe…when he was a very tiny, very sad, very colicky little baby…
maybe…
but my memory doesn’t think so…
and then he stayed asleep while i lugged him into our room…and snuggled down with him into that cozy bed his daddy made for me…
and i got to listen to his heavy breaths…and feel his little chest rise and fall against mine…and watch gramma’s tree dance and sway outside of our window as the blustery wind swept through her…
and kiss his sweaty little sleepy head…
and thank Him from the very farthest bottom-most-tip of my heart for that never-before and…maybe…never-again moment with him…