Thursday, March 1, 2012


Like the first blooms after a harsh winter..

Are the most beautiful blessings that would never have blossomed without the storms of life.

Only because of your short life Lucas am I blessed by..

..friendships with what were mere strangers, now rooted as deep as my soul can ache

..eyes to see my children for the growing souls that they are

..a greater love for my One and only Healer

..a gratefulness for knowing that after each dark winter, new creations rise under the warmth of this light

Just outside my front door