awe.

My kids are so freakin' cute.

thoughts on Bria as a poet.

I was looking through some boxes today

I stumbled upon words of mine, written long ago.

Little postcards from the past.

Pathetic emotions...

Pathetic opinions...

Idealistic in nature...

...depressing rants.

The world as seen by a teenager,

Such a laugh.

Profound in my mind, I held them all close to my heart.

Pieces of me, shards that I had somehow managed to mosaic onto a page.

So sure that I, that they, would change the world (or at least change me).

"This is significant!" they all shouted, "This is raw! This is vulnerability at it's best, so why aren't you listening!?"

I wonder where that girl has gone and what has become of her.

Is she lying dormant underneath it all?

Did she change the world, did she change herself? Is she on her way?

Has she sold out to flip patties and except?

Who knows.

I guess we'll see at the 10 year reunion...

Despite the awkward rambling I enjoyed the poems.

A little timeline of my high school existence.

so pretty.

I love flowers. They are so beautiful, delicate, intricate, and stunning. I feel better around them, as though they have a aura of contentment about them. The majority of flowers are there to look pretty...to exist as a stunning creation. God didn't have to create flowers. He didn't have to make them beautiful, he didn't have to make them exist in such a wide array of colours and shapes...but He did. I love that about Him. I am looking forward to planting many flowers this summer. I'm excited to have them surround my home. I can't wait to work with them and care for them. I know this is a silly blog about Bria's love for flowers...but I wanted to talk about it. Those are my mothers orchids by the way. She keeps a number of orchids alive and thriving in her home which is something I would love to do. However, a simple love of flowers doesn't keep them alive and that right there is my problem. I kill flowers. I try SO hard to do the right things with them but they always end up dying. I will talk to a florist about what to do and I will do exactly what she says...and they die. The only way that I can have flowers in my house is if they're in a vase. I've never been able to keep flowers alive in a garden or in a pot or inside. So I do have my work cut out for me. I pray that I don't kill all of them...poor flowers.

just splendid!

Well, the house is coming along quite nicely. I'm truly enjoying seeing it develop into a beautiful and stylish home. A few more walls need painting, a few more baseboards to go on, a few more curtains sewn, a few more drawers built. There is still lot's to do and we probably will be working on it until we move...whenever that may be. However, it's wonderfully livable and I do love it here. We are making this into a comfortable home and are surrounding ourselves in things we love (things that make me happy!). To give you an example I've posted a picture of our new area rug in the living room. This isn't every ones taste so I wont be offended if you hate it...but I love it. It's a 'shag' leather rug and looks B-E-A-UTIFUL with the rest of our furniture.

I have a feeling that the inside renovations will slow down drastically now that it has warmed up outside. I can't wait to get my hands dirty in the garden and James is excited to build our patio. As I take a look around our first house, at the things we've done or are doing, I find that I'm very proud of it...more importantly I'm proud of James for hacking away at this all on his own!

Go Team Erskine!

cue the sigh.

There are certain times throughout the day and week that I take a look around me and sigh. It's a good sigh. It's a good sigh accompanied by a smile and a heart that feels as though it's about to burst. It's an overwhelming feeling and I'm sure if you looked at me during this moment I would look 100% content.

Amelia is a cuddle-bug. She's in love with her soother, blankie, and mommy. There are times where she just wants to sit all snuggled up with those three things. She'll grab mommy with one hand and her blankie with the other and not let go. Cue the sigh.

Rhys says the funniest and cutest things in the world. Yesterday morning he told James to go and fight the robots while James was walking out the door. A few days ago he told Amelia that she was so precious and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Cue the sigh.

One of my favorite things to do with James is to sit on our couch in our own home (just the two of us) with a cup of coffee. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we read, sometimes we rant, and sometimes we're totally quiet. I'll look at him and I cant picture anyone better for me. Cue the sigh.

My children and husband are wonderful all on their own because all three are amazing people and are perfect for my life. However, I find that I get most of my sighs when all four of us are all together. We all compliment each other so well. Granted there are tons of frustrating times and times where I need to be by myself but I love when we are a family spending time together. There's something about James and I sitting down with the kids on our laps and just being a family. Awe. Cue the sigh.

ladies and gentlemen...

I was jolted from a deep sleep last night. I have no idea what I was dreaming about but I do remember saying something to a huge group of people as my mind was grasping for a thread of reality. As I lay still for a moment I went over and over the comment to the crowd. It was as though I was revealing some very shocking and absurd news. The audience was gasping and looking frantically at each other. It was the type of reaction that one would expect after giving a history altering announcement. After thinking about my comment to the crowd I pulled the covers tight over me and smiled. I don't know the extent of what goes on in my mind while I'm sleeping...but it's weird. It's probably good that I don't know.

"Ladies and Gentlemen" I said to the crowd with a lengthy pause for added effect, "It turns out He...is a Picasso!"