Sunday, May 15, 2011

Two Very Different Ideas...

First of all I stumbled across this website the other day... Basically it's a website where people post products they like, decorating ideas, fashions they are watching and post pictures. It's You should check it out. I now have so many fun summer projects/ideas rolling around in my head. If you are interested in seeing what I've pinned here's my personal page...
On a totally differnt note...
As Ysmaille was reading this book to Amirah tonight and I was reminded again how much I love the words.
On the Night You Were Born
by Nancy Tillman
On the night you were born,
the moon smiled with such wonder
that the stars peeked in to see you
and the night wind whispered,
"Life will never be the same."
Because there had never been anyone like you...
ever in the world.
So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain
that they whispered the sound of your wonerful name.
It sailed through the farmland
high on the breeze...
Over the ocean...
And through the trees...
Until everyone heard it
and everyone knew
of the one and only you.
Not once had there been such eyes,
such a nose,
such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes.
Whent he polar bears heard,
they danced until dawn.
From faraway places,
the geese flew home.
The moon stayed up until
morning next day.
And none of the ladybugs flew away.
So whenever you doubt just how special you are
and you wonder who loves you, how much and how far,
listed for geese honking high in the sky,
(They're singing a song to remember you by.)
Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo.
(It's because they've been dancing all night for you!)
Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind.
(Listen closesly... it's whispering your name again!)
If the moon stays up until morning one day,
or a ladybug lands and decides to stay,
or a little bird sits at your window awhile,
it's because they're all hoping to see you smile.
For never before in story or rhyme
(not even once upon a time)
has the world ever known a you, my friend,
and it never will, not ever again...
Heaven blew every trumpet
and played every horn
on the wonderful, marvelous
night you were born.
Whenever I read this to Amirah (which isn't often because it's not interactive enough for her) my heart wells up with love for my baby girl and a need to prophecy destiny all over her life, but I also smile to myself because I feel like God speaks these words over me and I feel loved by the Creator-- my Papa.

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