“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”

― Mary Jean Irion

When you are done growing babies in your body, but you still have the urge to create. The vegetable garden is a wonderful substitute. Photo by Olivia Gatti Facebook :: Website

When you are done growing babies in your body, but you still have the urge to create. The vegetable garden is a wonderful substitute.

Photo by Olivia Gatti

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you know that feeling of panic you get when you realize you are forgetting something important?  i get that feeling numerous times a day when it momentarily slips my mind that i am responsible for four little humans.  Photo by Heather Robinson Photography Blog :: Facebook

you know that feeling of panic you get when you realize you are forgetting something important?  i get that feeling numerous times a day when it momentarily slips my mind that i am responsible for four little humans. 

Photo by Heather Robinson Photography

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