My monkeys are my own personal fairy tale in real life...

My monkeys are my own personal fairy tale in real life...

Ramblings, Sentiments, Rantings and Musings

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I am a mother of 5 wonderful children and wife to one amazing Navy man. I am always changing things in my life, constantly learning something new and trying it out. I am a wannabe vegan, minimalist and currently living full time in an RV. Just for clarification, I say wannabe, because I know I am not perfect, but each day I strive to do the best I can. That's all I can expect from anyone no matter where they are in life. I learn something new everyday...mostly about myself and my little corner of reality. Life, to me, is loving, learning and making memories. These are better than all the tangible riches one can get their hands on! Besides, there will come a day when all I have left is my love and memories...so I'll stockpile as much of those as I can!
She's eight!!!

Eight years of beautiful big brown eyes,
eight years of snuggles in Mama's bed,
eight years of pretty flowers she brings me,
eight years of "Mama, can I help you cook?",
eight years of holding hands,
eight years of butterfly kisses,
eight years of parental bliss,
eight of the best years of my life!

Mama loves you Paigie!!!

Is it possible that eight full years have passed since I looked down at that fuzzy little head and held those tiny little fingers??? It never ceases to catch me by surprise at how the time has passed. She is quite a little lady. She's spunky, funny and very sentimental. She loves to curl up in my lap and hold my hand and for these small gifts I will forever be grateful. And when she grins at me all toothless and sweet all my cares seem to disappear. Oh, how very much I love this little girl and how blessed I am to be her Mama! Happy Birthday my Love!!!






1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Miranda!! You guys look like you are having so much fun!!! We miss you!!! Keep in touch, Buffy SHELBYSMYANGEL@AOL.COM

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"I am beginning to suspect all elaborate and special systems of education. They seem to me to be built upon the supposition that every child is a kind of idiot who must be taught to think. Whereas, if the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily. Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots. Such teaching fills the mind with artificial associations that must be got rid of, before the child can develop independent ideas out of actual experience." -- Anne Sullivan