Home

Home. It is that warm feeling where you can go and feel warm, good and happy. My home for the past 4yrs and some months has been with my bright and funny little girl. My focus, my reason, my joy, my heart. My world shifted focus, tilted on a whole other axis. Me and her, her and me. My plain canvas was suddenly splashed with vivid, beautiful colors and a splash of glitter. My eyes have been re-opened and I see the world in a whole new light...it's more beautiful than I ever realized before. She found me and my sense of home changed. I embraced this new life growing within me and it was a deeply spiritual experience for me. God and all his Glory decided to bless me...me? In all of my shortcomings and unworthiness, he BLESSED me? Amazing. I picked out hair bows before the doctors informed me of whether I was carrying a girl or boy. She came to me in a dream while I was early on and I saw her beautiful face and a head full of hair. So I did what most women wouldn't, I excitedly went to Target and stocked up...she was set for a while with hair bows. My pregnancy was high risk, which meant lots of ultra-sounds, and one day when seeing a specialist he surprises me with a free 3-d glimpse of my little girl...and there she was...my vision from my dream. Right there on the screen, head full of hair and all...euphoric. My subconscious knew before the doctors did. Amazing. Then I shared her with the world, jumped into my natural mothering instincts without a hitch and have been HOME ever since. I waited my whole life up until that point for her, I knew I would have an Emma, her name has been picked out since I was just a little girl playing baby doll. Of course, that was my secret to keep so no one in my immediate family would take it for their babies. I have always had an amazing and beautiful relationship with my own Mother...sure there have been misunderstandings and hiccups along the way, that just equals growth. I am so glad to have my mom, her words of wisdom and edifications. I think it is so important as women to pass this on to our daughters, sons...Everyone really. Let your words be few and meaningful. Even towards those who are not so wise with their words, it is their weakness that creates it. Their own internal battle. Dodge that shiz. And keep on relishing in your warm, good and happy home...no one can take that from you without your consent.

XOXO, Amy