One wet morning last week, I was out in the backyard letting the kids have a quick romp before another rainy spell descended.
Grace was crawling happily about and reached out for a little purple blossom on one of my lavender bushes. I plucked a couple of flowers for her to hold and explore.
And I snapped this photo of her looking so gorgeous and pretty.
Ever since she came, I can never get over how beautiful she is and marvelling over her features and all the little details of her face. It leaves me quite breathless sometimes.
It’s almost like falling in love all over again.
The Girl I Used to Be
She came tonight as I sat alone,
The girl I used to be,
She gazed at me with her earnest eye,
And questioned reproachfully:
"Have you forgotten the many plans
And hopes I had for you?
The great career, the splendid fame,
The wonderful things to do?
Where is the mansion of stately height
With all its gardens rare?
The silken robes I dreamed for you
And the jewels in your hair?"
As she spoke, I was very sad,
For I wanted her pleased with me,
This slender girl from the shadowy past,
The girl I used to be.
So, gently rising, I took her hand,
And guided her up the stairs,
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay,
Innocent, sweet, and fair.
I told her, "These are my only gems,
And precious they are to me;
The silken robes is my motherhood,
Of costly simplicity.
My mansion of stately height is love,
And the only career I know
Is serving each day, in these sheltered walls,
The dear ones who come and go."
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,
She smiled, through her tears, at me.
I saw the woman that I am now and
Pleased the girl I used to be.
(Rowena K. Lewis)