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, October 18, 2016

Blended Bright Colors

 Looking through the window of glass
 I see greens, yellows, reds and browns
Blended between 
The clear drops of tears
Or is it just rain upon the window pain, 
Unsure you see; of the grey between
 Reality and fantasy
Even within the clouds of grey
White puffs of pansies 
In forms of prisms
Peek through the caves of mountains 
Masquerading as
Clouds of hope upon
The top of actual tear drops
Are the colors she sees; a picture of reality
Or does the green, yellow, red and brown
Represent the fall that's all around 
As this season comes to pass
The blended colors of the fall, transfigure
Into light puffs of white prisms, pretending to be 
Gentle, sweet and ever so perfectly neat
 Unique needles coming down all around
Form dimensions of actual reality 
Which paint pretty pictures
 Of three dimensional actors 
The placement of each prism
Like strings on a puppet, each play their part
Know their lines and have perfectly perfected
The layer upon the snow in which they lie
Layer upon layer, the stellar dendrites add 
Each to another, when at last all around 
Green, yellow red and brown
Fade from memory, and fall to the ground
Sinking into the cycle; that is life
Forgotten colors in bright perfect pictures
Surpassed by whiteness that pretends to be snow
And has convoluted layers; only the soul's
 Microscope can see
Whether or not it's her reality. 

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