As the snow falls down,
His eyes shine with amazement,
The first he has seen.
As the wind gets cold,
As the trees become naked,
Winter warms my heart.
As he stares at me,
With those intense loving eyes,
My heart skips a beat.
The passion deepens,
As the road becomes bumpy,
After all were here.
Giving thanks for all,
Spreading joy throughout this life,
Is what we live for.
The deeper I get into nature and away from civilization the more tracks I notice from people who have walked this path before me. Different experiences, different reactions, yet the same trail in the same world. “Did they make it?” I wonder because sometimes I am not so sure I will. All of a sudden the trail stops. ” Did they turn around and go back?” “Does this path get too rough?” Then I realize no matter what I decide, it is my choice and that’s what makes this my own path.
Some of the memories we wish we could erase, but they are needed as lessons for the perfect future.
I think that I am good at what I do. I am a good wife, a good mom, and I carry a 4.0 GPA in college. Also I’ve recently noticed I can write better than I thought I could and finally have the confidence to start writing my first book. Of course I want to do better in everything I do. I am someone who strives for personal growth and to learn just enough about everything that sparks my interest.
The higher I fly, the more it rains, the wind blows faster and the turbulence changes. Trying to fly against all odds, trying to reach new heights, despite my flaws. The combination of examples and experience should have prepared me better for this. Our wings got clipped as soon as we fell. Making our way back to heaven through this self-made hell.
A bullet with no name has changed so many lives, caused a mother’s tears and let a soul fly. A reason unknown nothing can justify. Why this way? Why this life? A lesson to learn, not just for those in the game. You cannot control death for bullets have no name.
I play everyday with my son. Free play, playing outside, reading, dancing and playing music, playing games, and making crafts. My son “says playtime” to me. We have a schedule (when we can stick to it) but regardless we play throughout the day. Also being able to spend time with my husband who works 2 jobs is “playtime” for me. Being able to goof off, watch a movie, even talk. Since we don’t get to do these things very often its my quality/playtime with him.