Sunday, February 8, 2009

Sometimes I miss


being inspired. No, literally. I crave it. I wander around my house, my life. Looking, hoping, dreaming of inspiration to come. I wonder if I missed it. If it was there, and I was too busy running around the couch trying to get my son's clothes on him to notice. Or if maybe I had played that cd instead of that cd in the car, it would have hit me. I wonder if I am ready to recieve it. If I am worthy enough to have it in my life. And then I wrap my arms around my sweet girl, and I see inspiration staring at me with her big blue/green/gray eyes. And my heart swells with gratitude.

3 comments:

Stesha said...

So sweet!

Hugs and Mocha,
Stesha

Kalena said...

Something weird is up with my e-mail. I have had it for years, but recently I haven't been getting emails from Kim, Bonnie, my Sister-In-Law and now you. I'm going to get a new one, so I'll let you know what it is!

JoCo said...

YES!!! We are expecting baby #2!! p.s. I love this picture of Brianna. So sweet.

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