The following pictures are my newest attempts at feeding my creativity. I love the colors and hope that you will also. Always feel free to leave a comment .
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
This Is Love
I have 3 children, Brandon 23, Jacob 16 and Madison 14. My oldest son just had his first child, my first grandchild, my grandson. I am absolutely and completely in love. The following pictures are of my son and grandchild.This is love in it's special "bring me to tears" moments.
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How long is a 100 years?
It's a very long time.
And what do you have left of these years?
I have everything and I have nothing.
Please explain to me what you mean.
I have memories locked away in this shell. So many memories. Particles and fragments of time..
Thats lovely, so why do you say you have nothing?
Because only the shell is left, I am locked inside .I have become my own prison.. And when I am free of it, no one will know me, no one will remember this old woman. Not one single person knows all of me..
But you could share with me your memories and I will write and preserve them for you. Please allow me.
How does one explain to another the way your feet danced on a Saturday morning as you stepped in to the sunlight? How does one describe the flurry of your heart beat the first time he kissed you? How can I tell you in words the smell of a baby's breath when he kissed your cheek for the first time?
But surely you can chronicle some things....
Some things, but not everything. Without everything, you don't have me, you have a piece of me. What you need is 100 years and in that time, I will tell you my story.
It's a very long time.
And what do you have left of these years?
I have everything and I have nothing.
Please explain to me what you mean.
I have memories locked away in this shell. So many memories. Particles and fragments of time..
Thats lovely, so why do you say you have nothing?
Because only the shell is left, I am locked inside .I have become my own prison.. And when I am free of it, no one will know me, no one will remember this old woman. Not one single person knows all of me..
But you could share with me your memories and I will write and preserve them for you. Please allow me.
How does one explain to another the way your feet danced on a Saturday morning as you stepped in to the sunlight? How does one describe the flurry of your heart beat the first time he kissed you? How can I tell you in words the smell of a baby's breath when he kissed your cheek for the first time?
But surely you can chronicle some things....
Some things, but not everything. Without everything, you don't have me, you have a piece of me. What you need is 100 years and in that time, I will tell you my story.
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