Memory Lane…

Today I cleaned out what I called my “treasure chest” a chest full of memories that gave me warm-fuzzies similar to those that you feel when you think of a nice wooden fire brewing in a fireplace during Christmas time. It’s always hard to throw out things when you find a hand written message to your momma that you wrote when you were age 4 that looks like a schizophrenic on crack wrote. But there always comes a time when you have to separate emotions and logic… So I kept it. This Post goes out to all you wonderful children out there making memories that one day you’re gonna grow to Love and adore that is worth more than any amount of money. Yes, Even that dirty-wrinkled-nasty-blankey that has rat poop all over will bring you endearing thoughts of Joy and Love.. This Post Goes out to her….

As The World Sleeps

The world Stops to look at a little child in her own little world staring off in a little thought of wonder. I would have loved to have known what she was thinking at the time of looking into this massive yet wonderful fountain. I would have asked her if she had known english. She was probably thinking “I wonder when can I get my next piece of candy” – but then maybe this is the moment she decided that she Loves the water, or architecture, or art in its true form, or just simply maybe she was just learning to relax – because as children may have it “easier” (so we Adults think) they really have it hard, every day is a new experience for them, what if that was still like this today for us “older n wiser”. Anyway, this was in Paris, France- she caught my eye and I hope she catches your heart. Good Night.