A little hand reaches out to find my skin, any skin...
Once contact is made she quiets down and drifts back off to sleep.
She is the 4th and my last. A bundle of joy from the moment she joined our family and I can say without a doubt, COMPETED IT. Her attachment to me is unlike anything I ever experienced with her sister and brothers, all it takes is one "mumma yumma" and my heart melts as I gently lean in for her oh so sweet butterfly kisses. It is this new found term of endearment that has become her call to me that has prompted me to take the jump, the leap of faith, the journey into this uncharted territory....the journalling of our life together - the online commentary of the going ons of my family, my life, my experiences... the ups, the downs, the highs, the lows, the tears, the smiles, the laughter and the sadness...
My hope is that in the quiet hours of the night or morning or afternoon, when a moment has been found to be alone, to catch a breath, to calm the heart rate, to escape the craziness for just a moment... that another woman, mom, wife, entrepeneur, laundry doer, domestic diva, tear wiper, booboo kisser, food maker & treat baker finds a giggle, a smile, a nod of understanding, maybe even a shared tear, within the pages of this journal. For it is only through our community of sharing the reality of our lives, as they really are, that we can grow, understand and support each other and maybe, just maybe, make a difference...
