A face without freckles is like a night without stars...

Starr is me, I am her, and she is I. She is so much more than she thinks she is. If you asked her, she would say she is just a mom, wife, daughter, sister, and friend. However, she has been told many times, that she is more than that. Her loving Heavenly Father reminds her all the time, that she has gifts and talents to share with the world, and that like unto her name, she should let them so shine before others, that they may light the day, like the stars light the night. She is passionate, loyal, and gentle all at the same time.


Often when people see her they don't see a gentle, quiet and fragile woman; however, they are wrong. Deep down inside that's who she is, and only those who are truly looking, will see who she really is. If you happen to make it through her exosphere, consider yourself to be a blessed individual. Not many make it there, but when they do, they have a permanent place. Her caring ways, allow her to see things in the world a bit differently than others, unique to a fault.


She truly sees through a darkened glass, and can see beyond the darkness, and find hope throughout the world. Beyond her large, thick exterior are gems within her that are priceless, that are only valued on a spiritual level. Buried within the layers of her atmosphere are different pieces of her puzzle, and even she has yet to put all of the pieces into place. May you enjoy each piece she writes; they truly are the picture into her puzzle.

My Children

I am the mama of two all encompassing children, who own every ounce of my heart and soul, even the part their dad holds onto gets kicked out at times when one of the two does something magical to melt my heart. LillyRose is our precious big girl now, who is a whopping 6 years old! From the moment she wakes in the morning until her head hits the pillow at night in one way or another she reminds us that she holds a status the rest of us don't: Miss Diva Wildfire. Her independent nature, and natural ability to question the world around her has given her the actual gift of life, as every family member knew when she was born at 2lbs 6oz, a fighter since the day she was born.


Our son Abraham Jr. is our love bug. He has eyes that melt every inch of any woman's soul, Look out Ladies! At 4 years old, he is such a smarty pants and I LOVE it! His father recently said he had a genius on his hands, I didn't dispute him or his shining pride I felt emanating from his smile. My son is like the coals beneath a beautiful fire, and often times these parts of his personality help me through my days and "ignite my own fires within myself." Like his sister he too came into this world a fighter at 3lbs 6oz, and his tantrums prove to us that life wouldn't be as interesting without him.


My Children "run" the show, even though we would never admit that to them! That would result in utter defeat in our battle of parenthood. Our days revolve around their schedules, routines, likes, dislikes and even the amount of dishes in the sink when mommy has friends over! My oh my! ;) Together they make up the valves within our hearts, and are the blood circulating through our veins. We are extremely blessed to be their parents and though parenthood has tested us in ways we never imagined, I know we'd be lost without it.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Night Time Cry, Day Time Smile

Late at night when the sun goes down, and the stars come out, there's a girl who tucks her tears under the covers. She hides them in a world where she pretends nobody sees them or understands. Each tear she sheds makes streaks on the sheets, reminding her that they'll fade away, along with the emotions that created them. People say she's strong, but when it's just her and the stars at night, she feels weak and all she wants to do is sleep, but her mind plays music that creates memories of moments that fill sheet music, and the music of her moments run tracks through her mind on repeat. Her tears come when she can't make sense of the music she's created. She knows it's her own, she knows the notes set in place are what cause her mind to race. The highways of her beautiful soul, sometimes just have no idea where they are suppose to go, and she realizes that the pathway she's supposed to take within her mind isn't the same as the one that her soul truly wants her to go. As she hears the beat in her mind, she knows it's time, soon the sun will come, and what was once undone wont exist anymore. She'll find her sheets are freshly washed, the reminders she had of the night before are now at the bottom of some water recycle plant and mixed in with every other night that every other person had. She's like them, just ordinary. She pretends to be a Queen, but really she feels like she walks with peasants feet. The journey she took that night is really about the fight we have with ourselves inside. During the day, it's easier to see where she's suppose to be, it's with her family. The streaks of sunlight that shine upon their face, makes her heart race, and she realizes that she's just like them, and the moments they share will never go anywhere. The moments of music that she makes with the sunlight, are like treasures written upon her night's heart, they'll never rust nor fade away, nor will they ever wash away, or be any type of ordinary. Rays of sunshine in blonde and blue, keep her focused on what she was sent here to do, and the seaweed of green that stares back at she, knows that life is full of eternity.

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