My cup runneth over.

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You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
Kahlil Gibran

Today was one of those days.
I am writing it now so that someday we can all look back and realize that THIS DAY- was ONE of THOSE DAYS.
I gave today.
I gave alot today- and it was all given freely with LOVE in my heart.
I Left my beauty somewhere else today.
If she were to come home right now, she will have been changed for the experience of having us drive away.
And I am, happy.
I am crying tears of change and self doubt, but they are more tears of pride and relief.
I am so proud of my Missi for being so determined to DO THIS. I doubted her for her quest to "DO ART". I worried that her drawing and creativity was going to distract her from the real works of life. Math, science, english.
She did those tasks but her joy has always been ART.
HER OWN ART.
I am inspired by her ART, her CREATION.
More than that I am so proud that her professors saw great things in her art as well.
I gave alot today.
Allie, Tim and I rode home together and, I felt PEACE.
I gave up the desire to recoil, retreat, defend, and offend.
I just was.....
AND WE JUST WERE.....
A family.
So I cry for that too tonight.
The family that was,
The family we lost,
and now the family we are evolving into.
It is an alright family.
We are alright, we are all ok.
Everything is going to be ok.
As I sit on my bed this beautiful evening with Andy and Jack out of the house, I reflect quietly on my daughters.
I have loved them through every moment of their lives.
I have only wanted more. Because... They have only deserved more.

I am blessed,
My cup runneth over,
I have more than I deserve.

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