A beautiful cloudy day. Christopher nearing knock-out from sleep deprivation, we decide to go for a swim.

Krislynn takes to the water like a Goose! Jumps straight in, and kicks her legs with a demand to explore the water. Only having taken her a handful of times, she surely learns without hesitance.

Back home with my Geese asleep. I take these moments to myself, in reflection of my life as a whole. The happiness and sadness, as one, lend to great reminiscence.

As I have come into my own, understanding my essence, I know what it is to be an emotional being. To enjoy every emotive fume, no matter the state of mind, or effect on ones surroundings. I have lived dramatic, and suppressed. “Walk in balance”, speaks novels for the level state I must maintain.

Where my soul once seemed void of faith, I have recovered a sense of spirituality. I have faith in feeling; in energy. Whatever power that bears, and where it comes from… I leave up to my imagination and greater logic. Though I know what is; what surrounds creating my reality.

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Not often do I write these days. For I’ve found myself a man so perfect; he seems so faintly familiar. Perhaps in my mind’s imagination, or a time walked before.
Conversation often cures the need I have to express. Though balance bleeds a need; my self serves best under the eye of all.

Just now he awoke from his slumber, barely conscious and hypoglycemic. I care for him deeply, and am glad to be by his side in his times of need. He is my “Sessy Beast”, now and always.

Another late night adventure to the park, yesterday.

We saw the Moon. Spoke of the stars. Light pollution, and it’s way of disconnecting us from what surrounds.

Krislynn is the most beautiful child, in my eyes. We knew her power before she was ever born. Her presence bears a great impact on those around her. So many acknowledge what a happy baby she is.

Seems she knows more by intuition, than one would think a child capable of. I always wonder her reaction to the consumption of meat. Already, Krislynn refuses dark meat and bread. My gut has a strong distaste for this food. It has been an ongoing struggle in my mind and body. Suppose I’m waiting for just the right influence to rip me away, clean.

Her beauty surely shines, when she runs to the trees and gives them a big hug! The moments I don’t have a camera, can be so special.

What a generation she will be apart of. So funny to think so far in time, when my own generation has barely embarked on making our own mark.

Lately, Krislynn has been living up to her middle-name more than ever. Little Miss Night.

After putting her to rest around ten-this-evening, she awoke about 1a.m. So we decided to walk her and the dogs to the park.

On the way home, we have to cross a major intersection. The streets here are rather dead by midnight on a weekday. Still, there are those lone riders. Patiently still, we wait for the green to cross the street. We’ve experienced drivers not waiting for the right-away pedestrians to cross many-a-time.

Two in the morning. A man in a red vehicle speeds up to the left turn lane, as we’re crossing the street. He doesn’t wait, but rushes on in front of us.

I am a Mother-Bear. My cub is my pride and joy. I don’t respect those who disrespect her precious life. So I voiced this with, “Impatient Butt-Face!”

Yes… I bear great maturity. I was much inclined to laugh. Even more so when the man driving stopped his car. As if he was contemplating an argument in the matter.

All the while, my husband sporting his Jester hat, holding his daughter’s hand.