Tiny angel rest your wings sit with me for awhile.
How I long to hold your hand and see your tender smile.
Tiny angel, look at me I want this image clear…
That I’ll forget your precious face that is my biggest fear.
Tiny angel, can you tell me why you have gone away?
You weren’t here for very long…why is it you couldn’t stay?
Tiny angel shook his head “These things I do not know…
But I do know that you love me and that I love you so.”
I am a lot of things, wife, sister, friend, and aunt but most of all I am a grieving mother of a lost baby girl taken too soon. This blog is my way of venting and surviving. I'm trying to find my way back to funny, sarcastic, and happy but it's quite a journey.
I've been crafting a lot. Even more than I have been crafting I have been "Pinning" My pinterest has now become a "to do" list of glitter, modge-podge, and sewing. I love this stuff. It relaxes me. From a young age I remember my mother would hand me a coloring book and I would be content for hours. I would lay on the living room floor with my crayons sprawled out everywhere, just doodling or coloring. Every Christmas I would get an abundance of art supplies. I used to think my mom was the coolest and just bought the best stuff. Now, I realize it was probably more like "OHHHHH she's quiet when she colors"
This week I decided that I would make a pumpkin vase.