I am someone who has been molded and shaped through the many paths and places I have walked...I have seen little and much...I believe but struggle to have faith...I desire to know God but still at times run from him...I desire life but at times lack the bravery to chase after it...I am me but all that that entails is still a mystery.
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
A Dance Mom
They run around, the minds filled with dreams and their imaginations wild with promise. Their little eyes capture the smallest of details and their hands create masterpieces. Their hearts embrace life and open to welcome me in. Their little eyes come toward me as they ask, "Mommy, dance?" I can't walk away. I put down my spoon, stand up, and hold their hands as we twirl around and around. The smile of their face is worth more than a million five star dinners and the memories of these moments are indelably stamped on my heart. I will not say no to this dance. I will cherish these times for tomorrow it will be gone.
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