Posts filed under ‘Parenting’
an everlasting dance

embraced by a melody…
consumed by a rhythm…
I reach beyond my present
and
wrap my arms
around
the memories of the past…
kisses from mimz
I keep tossing kisses into the wind ~
in hopes they reach their intended target ~ ~
landing softly upon
the precious cheeks
I have kissed
since
day
one…
…no boundaries…
each time I look into their eyes,
I fall deeper in love ~ ~
as if I could love them
even more
than I already do…..
but
I always do.
sidelines
I miss the sidelines of yesteryear ~
when time and space existed in unison ~
as each moment unfolded
and
our dreams embraced.
Now,
the passage of time and distance have altered these lines.
You have taken flight
~ chasing angels ~
whose beacons flash the promises of dreams.
&
I stand here
~ quietly ~
as my patience longingly awaits
~ words ~
to scroll……. across……. a……. screen…….
my visionary
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behind the scenes is his spotlight ~
where he brings his visions to life…
where his mind can run wild
amongst
a vast realm of possibilities
and
dreams ~
bringing impossibilities to light…
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one more step
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it seems like only yesterday
when
i brought him into this world
~ now ~
he is one step closer
to conquering it.
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once upon a time…
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i remember when Power Rangers ruled the world
and
light sabers were the toy of choice ~
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Batman socks were not allowed to be washed
and
Darth Vader capes had to be worn.
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hours were spent on the couch watching Star Wars
~ every movie ~
chapters one through six
and
we could never get enough of a T-Rex
eating everything in its midst.
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~ now ~
it is about fantasy football,
college entrance exams
and
apps to download,
making some bucks
to buy some stuff
and
typing texts to friends upon friends.
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yesterday,
he was my little baby ~
almost 9 lbs of sweet and cuddly coos
with barely a hair on his head,
chunky little cheeks
and
two eyes full of baby blue.
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today,
he is 5′-11″,
long and lean with an athlete’s build,
two eyes of hazel,
muscular, hairy legs
and
in possession of some serious cooking skills.
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I keep wondering when and how this all happened,
17 years
have come and gone,
but
what I do know for certain
is I could not be more proud,
of my baby boy
and
what he has become….
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Happy Birthday Peyton!
My Little Man
~ Forever ~
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Wise Words on a Wednesday
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“You have to live life on the edge
or
otherwise
risk
getting stuck in the middle.”
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~ my wise young soul ~ Jordan ~
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