it's the little things.

layla in the tub.

I read on another wise-woman's blog that the way she has made blogging fun for her and able to be consistent, she has blogged moments.

That before she felt pressure to blog events, i.e Christmas, big family get togethers etc., but when she broke it down to just blogging moments, she found it was much easier and much more enjoyable. And that is what I would like to do. Start blogging moments. I have been struggling with the desire to be more consistent with blogging about my daily life and the little things that happen each day and not just events that I deem "read-able". I want to be able to look back through my blog and see things that would have otherwise been forgotten in the craziness of life, documented in full blazing color.

So that is what I am going to do. Start blogging moments. Reading Layla bedtime stories. Making brownies. The latest quote from a book I am reading. Through the quiet moments, through the loud, crazy, moments. Through the peaceful moments, and heart wrenching ones too. And all the happy ones in between.

Here's to moments. Each and every one.

Sick Bay. But not for long if I have anything to do with it!

I've been quiet as of late, due to my little one being sick. :(
Stomach bugs are the worst. Especially for babies that can't tell you how they feel, they just look at you with sad, exhausted eyes burning up with fever. Bless her heart. She sleeping right now so it's been the only time that I could have a minute to update. I have been excited to post in the last week, delving into more creative ideas and hopefully starting to document some crafting that I would like to do, but right now my most important job is to be there for my girl.

I'll post again when she's back to herself, happy and healthy and full of energy! (Which I am praying will be soon!) Like this!!!




Send us some loving, healing, light energy and prayers for a speedy recovery! They will be greatly appreciated!

Light and Love

My Angel Girl.

I Am Grateful. by: myself.

There's a song in my soul
and oh I am grateful
God I am grateful.
Breathe you in,
Kiss your sleepy eyes
And watch you sail into
a land of stars and dreams
and God I am grateful.
I am grateful.

As I hold you,
time breezes by
and trying to keep you
is like grasping for water
you just flow, life just flows
and Oh I am grateful.

I watch you and smile
with my sad mama eyes
but with joy in my heart
because you're mine.

Mother to daughter
and daughter to Mother
And I am grateful
Oh God I am grateful.

This is a poem that I wrote a few months back, scribbling furiously in my journal at a late hour after putting my daughter to bed. Watching her sleepy eyes close, holding her stuffed monkey close, chewing contentedly on her pacifier, breathing in her sweet baby smell, kissing her soft hair before laying her down, and wanting to cry and laugh all at the same time for the beautiful gift of being her mother.
I am SO grateful.