Change is painfully beautiful.
When we moved here I was sad at that change in life. Then these irises bloomed in the front bed and gave me hope of the beauty I would eventually find in this transition period of life.
Now I look at them, once again, for the last spring. They will no longer be mine.
They will stay and bless the next renters while our family moves on.
Change is painfully beautiful.
I adore these super fat legs and feet in the grass even though they mean my last new born is gone forever and my little Baby Boy keeps getting further and further from me as he grows bigger and bigger.
I will always lovingly see this chub chub baby in my son, whether he likes it or not.
Change is painfully beautiful.
Oh daughter STOP sitting there so at peace, so full of growing wisdom, so beautifully surprising! I am going to have to run over and squeeze you, a desperate attempt to stop you from growing older… I will then cry and sigh and be SO proud of all that you have become and will become!
Change is painfully beautiful.
It makes a mama’s heart well up with great joy and thankfulness to her maker and at the same time her eyes well up with tears at the babies long gone!
It makes her heart burn with in her chest; ablaze with love, hope and sorrow all at once!
A mama’s heart is one big paradox.
TTFN
one big paradox. classic. sooo true. I’ve been feeling overwhelmingly paradoxical myself *wistful smile*. Life is painful, and beautiful. And we wouldn’t appreciate the beauty sufficiently without the pain. Bring the rain. Hard as it is to say, let it rain.
Ah yes, the pain makes the beautiful all the more beautiful! I totally agree. Although the rain trapped me in my house yesterday and kept me from getting my arends done it also made me feel blessed of God. He sent the rain to heal our land! Thank you Jesus!