Rekindled hobby...

So, Tiffany (Darn her) talked to me a bit about digiscrapping a few days ago. I told her that you could use GIMP, a free program, to do it.

"Yay" said Tiffany. "You can teach me."

*rolling on the floor laughing*

Considering the fact that I had not used the program to do much of anything in over a year I figured I should brush up on some stuff.

Well, all that did was reawaken my need to be creative.

Crap.

But here is what I did the other day. I tend to get too busy and make the pages too crowded, so I was trying for the opposite here.

What do you guys think?

This Boy of Ours

When this boy was born I was so full of love for him I thought my heart would burst.

When this boy turned a year old, I thought there was no way I could love more than I did at that point.

When this boy became a big brother with so much grace and joy, I was certain I loved him as much as a mother could love.

When this boy showed me what a great big brother he was capable of being, I figured my heart was as full as it could get.

When this boy looks at me, talks to me, hugs me, snuggles with me, or tells me he loves me, I am simply a goner.

Today I think I will never be able to love him more than I do today.

And then I will wake up tomorrow.

And I will love him more than I did today.

I guess that is what I get for thinking.

You're Gonna Be

Sometimes a song comes along that is a complete snapshot of your life, a song that simply had to be written specifically for you and the circumstances you are in. There are times that said song is not new, not trendy, and not one that you have heard lately. Sometimes you hear a song that you think is pretty or sweet, but it does not apply to your current situation so it is somewhat dismissed. I found one of those songs today.

Reba McEntire has a song called "You're Gonna Be", which is a heartfelt song from mother to her child, or even a father to his child. Having been blessed with the role of Mama twice now, I feel that this song says some of the things I want to be able to tell our boys. Songs can say things so much better than we can at times, and this is one of them. There is so much truth written in such a nice, neat package that I cannot help but love it. If you have never heard the song (which is beautiful by the way), here are the lyrics.

6 pounds and 9 ounces lookin' up at me
Like I have all the answers
I hope I have the ones you need
I've never really done this
Now I know what scared is.

Sometimes I'll protect you from everything that's wrong
Other times I'll let you just find out on your own
But that's when you'll be growin'
And the whole time I'll be knowin'

Chorus
You're gonna fly with every dream you chase
You're gonna cry, but know that that's okay
Sometimes life's not fair, but if you hang in there
You're gonna see that sometimes bad is good
We just have to believe things work out like they should
Life has no guarantees, but always loved by me
You're gonna be

I'm afraid you'll have to suffer
Through some of my mistakes
Lord knows I'll be trying to give you what it takes
What it takes to know the difference
Between getting by and livin'

C

Just reading these lyrics makes me want to cuddle with my babies. This makes me want to kiss them all over their precious faces. It makes me want to be the best Mama those boys could ever ask for, which makes me feel as if I am falling short every day. I suppose the only thing I can do is wake up tomorrow and strive to do the best I can do again, over and over.

It also makes me want 5 more babies, but that is a post for another day!