I love the tiny feet of my daughters - they're soft, round and perfect. Those little feet have so far to go, so many kilometers to travel. As individuals, our girls have such amazing adventures to embark on and I will do my best to never hold them back, remembering always that their lives and loves are their own to discover. I will guide them as best as I can, I will love them with all of my heart and I will encourage them to be the people they want to be.

Friday, January 20, 2012

This morning I woke up intending to go for a run. The dark clouds and the desire to snuggle back next to the man in my bed almost dissuaded me from my intention, but after a solid 7 hours sleep I was awake and keen to be on the road.

As I opened the door and stepped out into the unusually cool and breezy January morning, the sun rose to greet me with all of her natural beauty - beckoning, playing and showing off. At 5h10 she was just peaking through the clouds, pink streaks stretching curiously across the sky, like long fingers wanting to warm the earth, to lift the hearts of sun-lovers like myself. With an orange glow covering my shoulders, I ran - this beauty of the morning yet another benefit to the exercise I've come to love.

As I ran away from the dawning light toward a sky that was heavy with clouds and quiet with sleep, I wished instead that I was running toward the light of the new day - so that I could watch the awakening. I ran past my home, with J's windows in view from the road, the curtains closed and my precious munchkin, her sweet head on her pillow and her Pooh Bear blanket tucked around her, still dreaming of the fairies she tells me about each night. My home, with its sleeping occupants - the people who make it a home instead of just a house. My little girls, so happy and healthy and full of love. My husband in his sadness - never thinking that he and I would get to where we are, that we would be considering the decisions we are. Heavy with my own sadness, I ran - away from the beautiful sun, still wishing that I was running towards it - wishing that my life was on a path towards that bright sunshine instead of the dark clouds.

Minutes passed, my body stretched and woke and I picked up the pace, the sun rose higher... and the clouds covered it. If I had left home only 15 minutes later, I would have missed the beauty of the morning - and isn't that a lesson that should be learned. Grab the beauty that surrounds you. Indulge in the moments that make your heart happy. Wrap memories in the lightest, strongest, most beautiful fabric, sprinkle fairy dust over them and place them in your heart for safe keeping.

xx

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