Monday, August 17, 2015

A Tangled Up Mess

 I don't want to forget them dancing. The way their little feet fit into little ballet slippers and the way their tooth-less grins smiled when they would look at themselves as they floated  across the room together as sisters.
as dancers, as best friends and daughters.

I love how un-complicated it is to watch them grow along side each other.
Not really at the age of caring about themselves quite yet just glad that when you  go to bed at night and the darkness seems to dark you're not really alone when you can crawl into your sisters bed. 
When you put on your dance shoes and their just there to laugh with you and dance with you in this one moment in time.

This growing up of daughters always has my heart in a tangle. 

Their little hearts and souls so tied to mine that even if I tried to find where the tangle was I couldn't and I really wouldn't want to.

  Seeing them dance and knowing that their childhood is just so fleeting. 
Their little dance shoes will not fit next year and things will have changed I'm sure.

Time always has a way about her. 
I've figured her out and I've seen the way she blurs your days to make you
think you have forever.
you don't

 I adore these daughters of mine their very smile and their very essence is such a true gift that I honestly cannot give praise enough to the Giver.
I'm thankful I figured out ballet shoes will not fit 
and time will not stand still for anyone.  


 The beauty cannot be captured. I cannot look at this picture long enough without remembering it was just so much perfect this day. Them dancing in little shoes and me snapping away.
Moments that I see so clearly but they don't see.
I see milestones of growing and the blossoming that is taking place as they stretch and move.
They see a dance class
I see the beginning of them being them.
I see the un-tangling beginning and with every ounce of me trying to keep it all a  tangled up mess.
They are growing up and I am growing older
but they don't seem to notice either yet.

Their just busy








and me 
Remembering to live in this moment

Love from the farm,

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