Sure sounds victorious. To take a gasp of air, after a fleeting fight for life. The longest moments may be lived in this undertow of subconscious.

Knowing my husband has endured this, there is no wonder for me. He is with courage: to look fear in the face, and find a way. His way may be a route detoured. Still, he stays to his path, and he bears the patience for success.

This man of mine, may not be within grasp. Though I know him never to be so. For no soul does soar without freedom. To let go of the reigns of selfishness, and see the one you love fly onward. Doesn’t that just seem too beautiful? Their growth, and joy. To see them soar is surly my most pure joy.

Aspiring to be the true self; morphing into fluidity of self. To have that warm-wisdom. Not intimidating or brute. Filled with grace and charm, the ultimate whirl wind.

Yet another late-night adventure while enjoying a walk to the park. This evening Christopher’s little sister, Ashley, accompanied us.

As we approach, we’re blinded by several lights in the distance. I joke that it’s a UFO. Christopher insists they’re cops. Ashley is just plain apprehensive.

Turns out Christopher’s logic rules all else. Onward, to the jungle jim!

Five minutes pass, and Christopher goes a few feet to the “circle of fitness”. Upon standing, he is approached by two cops. According to Ashley, I grumbled…

I remembered laughing! After a few demands by the cop to, “Come here”, he proceeded to question Christopher.

“The park is closed. What are you doing out here? I came here on a report of suspicious activity. Looks like you’re doing sit-ups with a big cup.. Seems suspicious. What would you think?”

“I’d think I was doing sit-ups with a big cup.”

I laughed! I found the cops approach to be rather… amateur. Kudos for a good laugh though. Good chuckle and knee slap to walk away with.

I thanked them none the less.

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.