A Halloween Evening Sneak Peak

I am in pink pajama bottoms. Plaid. Pink robe. Not plaid. No make-up.

I was dressed up. I was going out. I was.

I didn't. SOMEBODY (somebody adorable) decided that THAT wasn't happening. So it didn't. We went home. Well, the two of us did.

Currently:

I am drinking tea.

I am waiting for my husband to get home from the Halloween party I intended on attending.

What I did:

I washed my face. I read some blogs. I uploaded a new picture onto Weardrobe. I contemplated life. I turned out all the lights. I saw a fireworks display from my window. I wondered how much my city has spent on fireworks this year.

I realized:

It isn't very fun to watch fireworks alone (the baby was sleeping when they began).
I compulsively clean when I am at home by myself for the evening.
Bread will burn in the toaster if you slice it too thin.
Even though I missed the Halloween party, I am a lucky, lucky girl.


Stay tuned for Halloween pictures.

I'd post them now; but the camera also got to go out without me.

Poetry Wednesdays

So I've decided to organize things a little on here. So for starts: Wednesdays are now Poetry Wednesdays. I am going to post some poems (new and old, mine and not mine) every Wednesday. Starting, you guessed it: today!

Now, if poetry isn't your thing, and you like, perhaps...fashion?...just wait for Fridays. Yes, that's right, Fridays will soon be "Fashion Fridays". I am inspired by a lot of fashion blogs. So I am going to be doing something similar on Fridays.

But that is enough preamble. On with the poetry.

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You are Mine

You are mine. You are mine. You are mine.
Child in my arms, you are mine.
And I love you. You are mine.
You are mine. You are mine. You are mine.
I hold you. You are mine.
You are beautiful. beautiful. beautiful.
That God would give me one like you!
You are mine.
A baby. A child. A man. Still, whisper:
you are mine

And one day you will live in another home
And you won't know, as you now know, that
You are mine
And one day you will walk away from me
(taller than me)
And one day you will dance
A beautiful woman in your arms
(I twirl you now)
And she will be the star of your eyes
And you won't know then how you are mine
(but still you will be mine)

Look now my son, read these words as a man-
Look now into you heart
You will find a place deep and quiet.
A place that speaks confidence and love: I planted that there
with help of hands Divine
And I water it and watch it grow
(my arms hold and rock, lips whisper lullabies)
You are mine. You are mine. You are mine.
This place speaks it so.

Shirt Dress Shirt

So I've got this theory. It goes a little something like this: being God's is better than being rich.

If you know me, you know that I am not rich (and you are also a very lucky person). So what was I saying? Yes. I am not rich. But I am God's. And I figure: "Hey, God is God and can give me whatever I ask for. So why not ask?" So I do. I ask.

In fact, I have a book full of requests. It's my Give and Get Book.

"Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Don't worry about anything, instead, pray about EVERYTHING." -my paraphrase of Philippians 4:6 NLT.

So that's what I do. I tell God what I need. And sometimes I happen to need baubles and clothing and chocolate. I list:








Leather Leggings
Patience
That my baby naps
A shirt dress
Look by Vera Wang

And then when I get the items I have asked for I check them off. So far it's really working (I got the perfume as a gift from my husband for "International Kimberly Day").

You may have noticed that I don't just list material items either. I list EVERYTHING, everything that I want. Because I figure, being God's is BETTER than being rich because there are some things money can't buy. So I ask God. And God gives.

So I asked God for a shirt dress. I wrote it down. I thought about it, forgot about it. And then I went to a clothes swap. And lo and behold: a shirt dress. Just my size. Just my colour. And no one else wanting it except me.

I think I'm going to write down "Prada Purse" next.

Park Walk

So I joined Weardrobe.

Now I need to constantly take pictures of myself wearing kick ass outfits. So of course we went to the park. Baby ate leaves. Husband didn't eat leaves. I stood around and looked pretty.

Here are some of my favorite pictures from the walk. Currently the baby is sleeping. Michael thinks the walk must have tired him out. Which is funny (it's funny because he didn't do any walking). But I figure being THAT cute must be exhausting (at least for me it is).