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 5 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.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Love Letter I never wrote

When I was a little girl, there was a boy who I fell in love with, and I used to think to myself that I would love him forever. He was so mean to me, though! He picked on me endlessly and I thought he hated me, and that made me love that little boy even more. Isn't funny how nostalgia makes us totally "feel" what we did when we first felt it? That young love that I felt has stayed with me my whole life, it's never went away. It's silly and it's crazy to think that a person can actually love someone for that long. Atlas, thus is my life. I have loved this person for the longest time, and thinking that love for them would ever go away, simply because I wanted it to, has made me realize how selfish of a person I can be. Love doesn't exist because you want it to, it exist because we are human beings, it exist because we were meant to love. It's the kind of love that is unexplainable. I have lived my whole life trying to fill my heart with a certain type of love, living with these extreme expectations that nobody could ever live up to. And I know, the reason they will never live up to them, is because I've created that for them. I don't want anybody to love me, because that means that I'm vulnerable to be hurt. Because what I've learned about myself is that I think love has to be painful, but in reality that's not how it's suppose to be. I've created this world where I want to be loved so badly, yet every time someone is loving me, it's not good enough. I'm not saying that's how I "purposely" set it up, but I am realizing that it's a pattern of who I've become. Today, I realized there was a love letter I never wrote to the one person who I should have written to a long time ago. Myself. There are blank pages, waiting to be filled in with I love you's, poems and promises to love her forever. Romantic words of self love, and encouragements. Doodles of my name in pretty pinks, purples and greens. No pictures of what her future would look like with me. No drips of tears that stain the ink, when she went through hard times. There are just so many blank pages that I don't know how to fill up with the words to say to her. When I think about writing someone else a love letter, I have so much I want to say, but when I think about writing that same letter to myself, it's like I don't know how to tell myself that I love who I am. And, If I'm being REALLY honest, I haven't loved myself in the right way with any type of consistency pretty much my whole life. I was taught certain things in my life, that I'm really trying to overcome and change about myself, and sometimes I forget that it's not about the destination, but the journey along the way. I'm trying to find the words I need to fill the blank pages of my love letter. I'm figuring out what it means to truly receive love, not from anyone else, but from the source of where it truly comes from. Me. I need to be my own forever, and once I can truly commit to that type of love, no other kind of love will matter because I will be so busy loving the parts of myself I'm afraid of getting hurt, that if they do happen to get hurt, I can recover. I might be afraid of truly loving myself, because maybe I will be the one who hurts my own heart. Maybe I will find things out about myself that I don't want to know, but if I'm brave enough, maybe I'll find some really great things out about myself that other people are always telling me about myself, but I don't believe. I'm afraid of being laughed at, for being myself. Which is ridiculous, but it's true. What I'd really love to do is fill those blank pages with everything I feel deep down and share them with the world, to be raw and vulnerable and still be able to stand on my own two feet without falling down every time someone attacks my truth. I'm learning to live without everyone else's approval, to live without self criticism and doubt. I'm learning to live without all the stuff I thought was my own, but in actuality was just the baggage holding me down. Learning to live without all the stuff I'm used to, is scary because they are all the things that protected me from being vulnerable and raw. They protected me and held me back all at the same time. I just want to live in the light, and I was taught how to live in dark places, and so the light feels so unfamiliar to me. The love that I feel when I'm in that lite place feels weird, and it makes me want to retreat back into that heavy space that I'm used to, and often times that's what I do, however, I know where I want to be and should be. Someone once said to me that I might find some "type" of love like that, but they were wrong. I am a love like that, and if they don't see that, it doesn't matter. One love. There's only one love we'll ever truly have, and we either find it or we won't, but it's always there waiting.

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