
Just kidding!!! My daddy is a cop and he came to visit and we thought it would be funny to put Stephen in the back because he wants to be a cop as well. haha


















Your moccasins and long uncombed hair ( which was caressed by the sun ) made me want to crawl and cuddle into the earth. You were my ball of joy and my fine feathered friend. Your desk was scattered with shells, feathers and drawings of hummingbirds. I remember screaming and running through the hills and singing songs of praise. You always ran faster and angered me with your tiny frame. Putting on Simon and Garfunkel on your vintage record player to go to sleep. You were my beautiful bohemian princess. I miss you.



Tide will dry my baby's back. I get weak. I get weary. I miss sleep. I get moody. I'm in thoughts. I write songs. I'm in love. I walk on.
I am now understanding where my insecurities come from and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. I am asking God to heal this ancient curse and make me whole. Has insecurity ever made a fool of you? Here is a great article on overcoming insecurity. :)
I'll gather sticks from the woods in hopes of starting a flame in your heart. Pressing my locket against my chest ( then pressing my hands over my ears ) to cover the sound of my spirit awakening. I feel renewed by the summer sun and only the lace against my fingers can attempt to speak louder than me. I always squint at the sun on purpose to show people how cute I can be. Is it working?