Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
If I was Debt Free
I am trying to win “the $500 Enemy of Debt competition, sponsored by Life Insurance Finder the life insurance comparison experts”
If I was debt free I would
If I was debt free I would
Return to the Philippines
Return to Guatemala
Finish midwife training
Friday, November 11, 2011
Bucket List...
This is my entry in the Just Ask Bucket List Getaway Giveaway. Just Ask offers a breast and ovarian cancer screening and is encouraging people to share 15 things that I want to enjoy in my lifetime as a reminder to be aware of my health. Want to enter? Head over to TodaysMama.com to get the details.
- Become a midwife
- Become a mother
- Be a foster/Adoptive parent
- Return to the Philippines
- Return to Guatemala
- Give back more than I recieve
- Dance in the rain with my family
- Harry Potter World (enough said!)
- Buy a bookshelf (to get my 19 boxes of books up and out of the closet!)
- Swim in Lake Superior
- Sit on top of a mountain
- Get novel published
- Write a children's book
- Visit a new place
- Get Healthy
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Someday...
Day Bath
Last night I walked him back and forth,
his small head heavy against my chest,
round eyes watching me in the dark,
his body a sandbag in my arms.
I longed for sleep but couldn't bear his crying
so bore him back and forth until the sun rose
and he slept. Now the doors are open,
noon sunlight coming in,
and I can see fuchsias opening.
Now we bathe. I hold him, the soap
makes our skins glide past each other.
I lay him wet on my thighs, his head on my knees,
his feet dancing against my chest,
and I rinse him, pouring water
from my cupped hand.
No matter how I feel, he's the same,
eyes expectant, mouth ready,
with his fat legs and arms,
his belly, his small solid back.
Last night I wanted nothing more
than to get him out of my arms.
Today he fits neatly
along the hollow my thighs make,
and with his fragrant skin against mine
I feel brash, like a sunflower.
~Debra Spencer from Pomegranate
Last night I walked him back and forth,
his small head heavy against my chest,
round eyes watching me in the dark,
his body a sandbag in my arms.
I longed for sleep but couldn't bear his crying
so bore him back and forth until the sun rose
and he slept. Now the doors are open,
noon sunlight coming in,
and I can see fuchsias opening.
Now we bathe. I hold him, the soap
makes our skins glide past each other.
I lay him wet on my thighs, his head on my knees,
his feet dancing against my chest,
and I rinse him, pouring water
from my cupped hand.
No matter how I feel, he's the same,
eyes expectant, mouth ready,
with his fat legs and arms,
his belly, his small solid back.
Last night I wanted nothing more
than to get him out of my arms.
Today he fits neatly
along the hollow my thighs make,
and with his fragrant skin against mine
I feel brash, like a sunflower.
~Debra Spencer from Pomegranate
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