I rock them to sleep with spoken lullabies of love. Love that never fails and endures through time.
The love of their mother who prays to be enough.
The love of Grandparents in heaven who are always near.
And the greatest Love of all. The Love that heals broken hearts and dreams. The Love that soothes fears and promises a life complete. The Love that brings light to the dark and joy to the sad.
Their lullaby is a story of children loved so deeply on both sides of the veil.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I Am A Hippy Now
Yup. I made the hummus my daughter is eating with delight. I will now accept my Mother of the Year award. It was an honor just to be nominated.
Did you also change her cloth diaper and rub her bum with homemade safflower oil? JK. I don't even know what that means. I love hummus though and will be expecting some when I visit :).
4 comments:
You ARE mother of the year. hummus. yum. with those pita chips from Costco? delicious.
You MADE hummus? I didn't know that was even possible. I just thought it had to be bought at the store...like salsa, or bread. :)
Way to go, you hippie. I always knew you had it in you.
Did you also change her cloth diaper and rub her bum with homemade safflower oil? JK. I don't even know what that means. I love hummus though and will be expecting some when I visit :).
Between this and going to the Farmers Market, you're really growing into the hippie inside.
For your next birthday I'm buying you Chacos.
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