School. Yes. The day has come. A lot quicker than I can believe. The tree is down, every bit of christmas is packed away for another year. Sigh. And now we face a new year, resolutions aplenty. We are all together in the fray.
The trials and dilemma's of being eleven and pausing, pausing, pausing, unsure of where this road is leading.
Of being nine and flying high.
Of being four and pushing the boundaries.
Of being nine months and being.
The next part of the road is something new and exciting. It's more of the same. It's the hard parts, and it's the fun. It's the laughter, laughing til you cry. And the tears, until they turn to smiles. We don't know where it will take us, but we are firmly holding hands. Together.
Me, my love, and my little ones.
Ready, set, GO!
2 comments:
That's beautiful, Ciara--like a poem.
More photos too, please!
Yes. That paragraph is a poem. Expand, please.
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