Science and smiles

 With winter coming in we've been cooped up in the house quite a bit.  We've been enjoying some simple experiments.

 They love doing oobleck.

A little coffee filter art.

Family night roll out cookies

We recently decided to have "family night" once a week as a way for all four of us to connect.  Sugar cookies are always a big hit.  The girls thoroughly enjoyed eating the sprinkles while we waited for the cookies to bake.

She loves time with Daddy!

 Marley is very intent on getting the sprinkles open.

 Time to decorate.

Pebbles and sunshine

I left a trail of breadcrumbs in case I might need to return.  But as the years passed by I became more content with the squirrels and sparrows nibbling at the morsels on the overgrown path behind me.  As the light ahead grew brighter, I seldom remembered to turn around to the foot prints in the dirt.

My daughter

Baby giggles, tummy tickles, soft breath on my chest.

I hold you close to smell your smell, and soak in all the rest.

Tonight will pass, tomorrow will come, and my baby will be no more.

But a bright young girl with stars in her eyes,

And fire in her core.

How bittersweet, the song of life, that plays for all to hear.

That life I bore could grow so strong, and brighter every year.

As time flies by and age grows heavy,

I'll hold this one thing dear.

The life I grew inside my womb, has made my path so clear.

You're the reason, the only answer, to the burning inquiry.

To be your mother, the greatest honor, is the only answer that I need.

It's yours, take it.

You.
Take control.
You think your mind just may explode?
With heavy heart and anchored thoughts.
Sink or swim.
Is it that complicated?
Or easy?

What if you could float?Along.Sing a song and. land.On your own two feet.In no one's shoes but your own.Soles a little worn,But no worse for ware.You are.Just dust in the wind, as they say.But even dust will fuck shit up.At the right speed.

Hiking in the Afternoon

I left a trail of breadcrumbs in case I might need to return. But as the years passed by I became more content with the squirrels and sparrows nibbling at the morsels on the overgrown path behind me. As the light ahead grew brighter, I seldom remembered to turn around to the foot prints in the dirt. This place was here all along. Crisp, cool air and the kiss of sunshine. I need only see the forest through the trees.

Joy

Infectious giggles tickle my eardrums
Singing the tune of perfect joy
And love
In this fleeting moment I grab on tight with both fists
And hold, embrace
This sweet moment you gave to me.

The Mirror

And so the story goes
It was you, not me.
Can't you see
My glass is not half full, but empty.
My shoes are too tight and my head too heavy.
It's because of you that I feel so weary.
You didn't know how to make me feel,
Whole.
You didn't see that my heart felt so cold.
Why didn't you fix what was broken?

My reflection isn't me, is it?
It must be you,
It has to be
If it were me
I'd have...
Responsibility.

But.
You're right.
It was me all along.
I own all this mess
It's all my own song.
The cobwebs and dust, that hang from the walls,
All. Mine.

I can see now that the pain, and the divine
All belong to me.
You are only an image
Of what I want to be
Or don't.
I have the choice to love, to feel, to own
The beauty of the chaos that swirls inside of me.