I’ve had more of those mornings than I care to recall. You know the ones. When everyone has woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and before breakfast is even consumed you realize your day already needs a restart. On one of these mornings recently, I heard a Whisper in my heart to stop, take a deep breath, …
When Beauty Hurts
It’s a tricky thing, beauty. We chase it. We praise it. We protect, nurture and tend it with such precision and care. The world loves a thing of beauty. To look at you brings such joy to my heart. Pride inexplicable. Fear undeniable. The beauty within you is stunning. A sight to behold. Not just beauty of skin; face; hair; smile …
Brushing Dreams
Caramel-colored strands of hair cascade down a back clothed in pink. With long, smooth strokes I brush. The tangles are long gone, but she is engrossed in her book and I can’t will myself to move, so still I brush. Breathing in the fresh scent of strawberry shampoo and reveling in this quiet moment together. Well, it would be quiet …
The Closest Thing
I can see her now. Sitting in front of her computer, shaking her head as she reads along. She’s not going to agree with me, but I’m okay with that. I can see her in my mind. The image a mere shadow of the past, and yet every bit as vivid and tender as a Degas painting: in the chair …
I Wish I Were The Moon
Inspired by a wistful sigh by my 4 year old daughter I wish I were the moon, way up high in the sky To watch the world and the sea as they go twirling by To shine with a silvery light all my own While the stars and their twinkles decorate my sweet home I wish I were the moon, …
The Dancing Princess: A Mother’s Letter to Her Daughter
You twirl and sway around the room. Into the hall. The living room. Kitchen. Look at me, Mommy! Look at this! I look and my heart both soars with joy and pride; and breaks at how quickly you are growing. How can you look so small and so grown up at the same time? A fairy one minute. A serious, …