It's now that I am reminded of how simple pleasures can excite, uplift and soothe.
Tuesday's dawn upon us, we stretch, nourish and begin our mind expanding.
I woke them only after taking my time. We move through the warming almost spring morning. They sit in tree forts and tree stands maybe trying to get closer to Him. The sun warming they're backs and the sky's expanse for them to dream, sing, and praise Him. Daddy arrives and the day is underway.
Lessons learned and lunch on the table.
Little man is out in the world again and we hear him coming. Barreling through the laundry door, he's yelling "eggs, I found eggs, The chickens laid eggs!" We aren't hungry, the adrenaline has filled our bellies and we are stunned. With wide eyes we all run...grown mommy and daddy, the frog princess, we run. Our feet stomping the new sprigs of grass, we follow him hoping it's true. Six months have passed...there's been much waiting and much watching. Sure enough there they are, two freshly laid brown eggs! And we linger for one hour and one half soaking up the moment, in awestruck excitement. We are proud! Proud of our patience, love and simplicity.
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and you never even called me.
I had to start all over and read this again once I figured out it wasn't a poem you were copying. This was amazingly writen. Oh and btw I am happy for you on the eggs. :)
Love the picture...you can tell you are inspired by Ann V! I too love your use of words! Beautifully written by a beautiful woman! I love you and I'm saving my egg cartons for you!
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Your prose is so cute, Katie (:
Translation:Unless a tree in spring bloom, otherwise the result is unlikely in the fall.
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