she dreamed the same dream night after night~We are an orchestra of one, we are a majesty unveiling, we are newly born lovers, christening one another with mouths and hands and seeking tongues. We are everything and nothing~ Night is falling. night is falling. and I am drowning. in your arms. I am safe again. I am safe again. You surface me, and cling to me, night is falling and I am in my place again. above you, beneath you, wherever it pleases you so... oh my love, I am home again. My heart has been reborn again. the night is falling. and so am I . Falling for you ( into you, above you, through you). night is falling. night is falling. and so am i. so am i. always for you. for you.

blustarswendy3

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2006-03-18 - 12:56 p.m.

Sierra is wonderful, she is better than I could ever imagine or ever hope for.

She is the composite sum of all the joy I ever expereinced in my life, magnified by a thousand and served at once.

We went to the library yesterday, my baby is a toddler, a grown up girl, who wants to walk in by herself. and explore and look all around and discover this world. all by her biggirlself. ( as long as i am within 2 feet )

My toddler is still a lovely baby who wants her mommy to hold her, and cuddle her, and asks the librarian worriedly " where is MOMMY?") when she can't see me, watching her from behind a book shelf...

She found me. She always knows I am near. by. I am always there.

and that is such a gift to both of us.

I am so grateful for being with her everyday. while she is so young. You can't have it all. Yes many people have to work. but sometimes there are ways.. to sacrifice and scrimp and save...

and I have given up so much to be with sierra every minute of every day. My interests that once defined me are of such little importance to me now... my passions are muted, I am not so much the person that I used to be, I am more hollowed out.. able to be filled up...

with love.

for a tiny child. who smells like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. and cradles my head. and calls me "honey mommy" and tries to sing me to sleep.

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