She laughs at the days to come.
She has me wrapped around her delicate, tiny finger, and there is no where else in the world I'd rather be.
She is my everything, my heart, floating outside of my body, in real form - in beauty.
She is all of me - she and she and she.
My sweets, my girls, my lovelies.
As I stirred the pasta in the pot, I raised the question in my mind that I often try to stifle, "How did I get here?" I provide her nourishment and hold her strong with one arm, while I stir up my other babies' dinner, their nourishment for the night. And I think "How did I get here?"
I am the luckiest woman in the world. She was given to me. And she was brought into this horribly beautiful world under my watch. She has my protection and my love swaddling her up, and there she will remain until He takes her home.
She and she and she. My heart. It will remain protected and swaddled and loved till the day comes when she will be enveloped by glory.
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In between tweeting, reading books to my daughters, and [not] burning mac n cheese, I am the Founder + Creative Director of Blessed is She women's ministry + community.