My Little Light

Just dreamy the garden was this afternoon.  The shards of soft light appearing through the tree's - laying a dappled effect on my girls face.  Obviously not the best light for photography but the golden warmth enticed us and drew us into it's midst and we sought out the shade where we could.

 There is nothing hard about this child (and my heart skips a beat when I use the word child, because I know that I won't be saying it for much longer), approaching 16, she's just as she looks......sweet and ethereal.

And extremely capable.  I would trust this little one with my heart in her hands - her very caring, loving, small but strong little hands.

Oh she can be determined and unmovable.  When she thinks she's right, she's not easily swayed.  A stubborn little mule, who can hold a grudge like nobody else I know - so very loyal to all she loves.  I'd certainly rather have her in my corner, where she'd fight until she couldn't breath anymore.  I've just realised, she's more like her Mama then she knows...:)

But, oh please let there be so many more golden warm happy days like these, where the weather makes me feel I am capable of anything and everything.  Where beauty and nature surrounds me. Where I can see that the brightest lights in the garden, are the ones standing right in front of me.

To a Young Lady Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng: With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes; Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass, And Heaven reflected in her face. William Cowper

Two Little Twirls!

When did this happen?  When did my two little girls grow up so fast?  How did I miss this - the blonde one is almost the same height as the dark one.

 The gap has narrowed, in more ways then one and as I prepare for the youngest to join her sister at High School soon, I can't help but wonder where the years have gone. When did this sweet little goofy thing turn into this beauty?

 And when did this this little angel become such a wise and lovely young Woman?

 Some days, it just works.  Some days, it's the best feeling being a Mother, watching your children interact with eachother.   You have to grab these moments, especially with teens, because they come and go.

I spent yesterday afternoon watching these two....

Gabsie and Daisy.  They are so very different.  They are like chalk and cheese, rather then carrots and peas.  One is compassionate, intuitive and serious, the other is frivolous, cute and funny.  Some days they are like one of a half, that when put together, fits beautifully.  That was today.

I look at them together, and it makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time.  This was me and my sisters once.  My girls will always have eachother.  They will share memories, stories, laughter, heartache and sadness. They will be forever linked.  And if I'm very very lucky, I'll get to share some of their memories too, as I did today. 

This is the stuff that dreams are made of.  This is the stuff that I treasure, that I will never take for granted.

Thank you girls for being you, for making your Mama happy, and still being little once in a while!