...

I have always admired her...
The way she could do anything
The way she always knows exactly what to say

I have always seen my mother as superwoman 
She's done so much, she's spent her life inspiring others
She's created so much, she's spent her life building a strong family 
She's accomplished sooo much, I can finally call her Dr.Mom. 


I have tried to fall into her footsteps 
To follow her drive and passion. 


And til today ....
I thought I was close to being there...

Right now I feel as though everything is overwhelming
I'm scared that I have taken on too much...
I desperately I hope I haven't 
But I feel out of touch...out of time...

the gift

gifts that last forever

are so hard to find...

a gift that stays static 

a gift that is never lost

and never forgotten. 

we tend to bury girts that reminds us of the past

forget about gifts

lose gifts

the greatest gift is love 

the thought of it

the simplicity

the sheer truth of love

the imperfection 

and the perfection

love makes us remember

love makes us hurt

love makes us want to forget

and love makes it all true. 

I stare blankly at the beautifully wrapped box

a silky green ribbon tied at the top

sitting on my dresser

unopened and untouched.

I feel as though everything will melt away

if I open it...the truth and the thought behind it

will be lost forever

so I leave it...sitting on my dresser

unopened and untouched

with the simple inscription on it

that I am grasping to hold onto forever

"Love You"

the beginning.

30 days...sometimes 31 days..
one month of written words scribbled and scratched
into blank sheets of paper
Ink releasing itself onto each clean page
leaving bits of itself behind

free thoughts darting this way and that
wandering into open space
wandering into the nooks and crannies and hard to see places
until
they are captured by bright eyes and small hands
gripping a pen
collecting all the words and meanings
collecting the memories and the moments of wonder
treasuring them and showcasing them on each sheet of paper

like a child grasping at all the difficult concepts of life
the big words
the small words
and the small words with big meanings
I begin my written journey.