Through the window I can see icicles suspended beneath branches, silver droplets casting rainbows and carving bowls in the snow. There are cardinals and blue jays, bunnies and tom cats. Ribbons billow from the birdhouse, hangers-on from a summer party. The sheer curtain, with its lacy border, flutters as the furnace blows, Cheerios skitter on the floor and the pages curl. Sparkle paint and colored construction paper upstaging the winter scene beyond. My life inside, my girls and the exquisite mess that comes from playing and loving, dazzle, pressing on my heart and stoking my soul— I am alive. Here, in the midst of what I can only describe as heaven on earth.
I love the way you write. It is so whats the word I am looking for hypnotic. That's it….hypnotic.
you should add this to grace in small things…
I love her hair!!! heehee
Exquisite is right.
Heavenly. Love that photo.
How does she have so much beautiful hair? My little big girl is, I think, only a few weeks younger and she's no where near a pony tail. I am jelous…in a good way 😉
she makes my heart tremble
Yes. Yes. I love her framed against those paintings hanging to dry.
That is razzle dazzle at it's finest. Beautiful.
It's a beautiful life! And a beautiful baby. What a doll face.
What a cozy picture you've painted for us. I could almost feel myself there, and in fact I feel just like that many days…minus the winter wonderland outside.
And I love your sweet girl's hair! We're still waiting for hair over here!
Sounds like bliss!
Cherish every moment. They are precious . . .
How do you ever get anything done with that sweet little face looking at you? holy-moly that hair! delicious.