Awakening...
Bright eyes to a new world...
Innocence...
Joy and Laughter...
Days of wonder...
Precious moments...
Concentration...
Loving life...
Little Hero...
Mischievous...
My new cap...
Excitement...

The wind in my face...





Tonight I found my thoughts wandering far away, to a little boy. His eyes peer back at me from behind a pane of glass; he is held within a photograph. He is always in my heart.
I have captured so many expressions, yet I only see what is at the surface. I can only imagine what he must see through those bright blue windows. What does he dream, contemplate, imagine?

I pray that you are always safe. May any moments of fear or pain be brief, and followed by new discoveries or triumphs. May you be forever surrounded by joy and comforted by faith. May your fascination with music and nature become a passion for the beautiful.

May your life be full and wonderful, and may you never forget how very deeply you are loved.

I love you my Little Pumpkin....

If you didn't know...

If you didn't know how old you were, how old would you think you were?

A magazine article I read yesterday referenced a birthday greeting card posing just that question.
It made me think about how I sometimes let myself get too wrapped up in numbers, in comparisons, in expectations.

If I didn't know how old I was, how old would I think I was?
If I didn't know how much I weighed, would I be happier with my body?
If I didn't compare my looks to others, how pretty would I think I was?
If I didn't wonder what others believed in, would I find more comfort in my faith?
If I didn't think about past mistakes, would I takes more chances?
If I didn't think about what I might lose, would I enjoy more what I have?

There are probably 100 questions I could put down and ponder. I guess the most important thing is that the saying on that card made me realize how important it is to relax and enjoy life as it is.

There's no yesterday where I can retrace my steps. There's no tomorrow where I know my footing is sure. There is only today and the step in front of me. I can do a little tweaking, but in the end I'm just me. I'm a good person. Most days I feel like a young 44 and I'm not in bad shape. I get a little satisfaction in that I can still turn a head from time to time. I believe in God's love and grace. I truly adore my family near and far. I'm living a wonderful life. I am blessed.

For some reason I all of the sudden I feel a little more alive and a little more ready to take the next step.

If I didn't know that I could fail, what would I dare to dream?