Photo by Daria Obymaha on Pexels.com Sinking lips into your tiny round cheeks, I'm home. Holding your tiny head to my heart, caressing my chin to your downy baby 'chicken fluff' we'll come to call it later, I'm home. Taking in your baby magic scent, I'm home. Pressing nose to nose, forehead to forehead, staring wide-eyed into each other's eyes, I'm home. Toting little bum and dangling legs around my middle, I'm home. Filled with purpose as you point where to go, what you see, I'm home. Your eyes, new windows to a world I thought I knew, I'm home. Holding you with fever, picking you up when you fall, I'm home. Navigating the years between, boxes of your firsts, every paint brush and pen stroke a miracle, I'm home. Saving pottery penguins, turtles, shiny red roses, a burrito with all the fixings immortalized in clay, I'm home. Kid sister fruit and craft stand on the corner, change clinking in coin purse, mag
Beautiful! Heading out to see the contour of our mountains against the sky right now!
ReplyDeleteI love this, Elizabeth. Thank you for letting me imagine this with you as added silhouette.
DeleteThis painting fills me with joy! Most days my walk takes me to a ridge where I stop and drink in the glory of the Three Sisters outlined against the sky. Tomorrow I will also be thinking of you and this beautiful painting.
ReplyDeleteMMMMM, thank you, dear Lea. This brings such warmth to my heart. I love that I know the depths to which you can take in beauty and radiate it back out.
DeleteI love love LOVE this (way more than I can say). This is pure, spiraly yumminess. And all that color! It's magical, my friend. I so love that you are exploring/playing/tapping into your beautiful, creative brilliance. Go you! So happy you're doing this...what a gift for all of us who get to receive.
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