Friday, September 18, 2009


What if tomorrow were your last day?  What if i were to leave this world, would the people I love the very most know how I what they meant to me?  Have I done enough to show those who touch my life everyday how I feel about them?  In today's society I think we have so much technology, so much wiring that the word touch seems almost a violation of ones space.  I think back to receiving letters in the mail, ones from my great grandparents or my grandparents (ones I still have today) but those letters touched me, made me sit and read and think.  That trip from the mailbox to the house was so great I could not wait to rip open the envelope.  Don't get me wrong I love that I can send a letter to my parents with a push of a button and they can respond in seconds with questions or comments.  But the actual paper in your hands with smudges of pen and the sometimes strain to figure out my Memaw's handwriting, that was touching.  I write letters to my daughter, I place them sealed in her baby book, for her to find one day and read my thoughts of how she touches my life everyday.  I hope she keeps them and knows that her touch is the best gift I have been given.  


Monday, September 14, 2009


Life is.  Funny.  I think about all if the "stuff" I want to do, in one day, in one month, for the rest of my life, and when I have an actual day to think and plan and prepare, I feel that it has been wasted. Grant it with this face how can their ever be a wasted day

But seriously.  I got a killer work out in, but I still feel that the day
 has escaped me with no real gains on what I am going to do.  

I am working 2 days a week, not keeping up with this blog, if anyone still reads this that would be a miracle because I have not been diligent at the writing.  I love to write.  Scratch that, I loved to write, I could sit for hours with pen and paper and have a flowing sonnet or simple ideas that would come together as an eloquent letter.  For some reas

on the translation has been lost when it comes to typing, I can still put the ideas to words, but not in the form that they used to take through my pen. 

I would love to write everyday, I need to write everyday, it soothes me it really does, that is if I can take the time to do it!

SO today is my day, I am stating that I am going to write, I am going to focus on what is to be and how I am going to raise this little girl to become a woman who is sure of herself!!!