My name is Chrissy, I am a mom, Been married to a wonderful man for 5 years, going on forever. I have a life, I have job, and I have friends. I dont need anything more.
Here is something about me.
I'm tired. Everytime I look out the window, I am reminded of the bleakness outside. I see how the winds have blown through, and damaged the trees, that no long have the beautiful green leaves, the orange and browns of forgotten rains and sun. Everytime I sit here, I just want to remember the way things used to be, the way it was when we were younger. Before the the waves came, and the winds howled. I just want it to be like it was.
I sit now, looking at the cold, dead earth. Thinking about my life, The way my kids sit there, playing in their bedrooms, because its to cold to go outside. It used to be warm, with our days full of sunshine, and the heat feeling like a melting pot. Ok maybe that wasnt what I really mean. But I liked it, I miss it, and I want it back, Now. I dont want to have to wait another season. I want the joyus smells of springs, the way the birds chirp at the begininng, watching baby birds being born. I liked watching my daughter play with the worms, even if the gross factor were there, she astounds me still, afraid of a little spider, but not afraid to touch and pick up a slimy worm.
Ladybugs. My favorite part of spring. I secretly call my daughter that, because from the moment we brought her home from the hospital, we have been graced with Ladybugs, even today, there are at least 4 or 5 around her bedroom window, begging to be let in. It's amazing really, The things that happen, the creatures that are drawn to her. She could make a mean dog bounce around just by touching him.
My middle son, he looks at the world amazed at how big it is. Amazement is always shown through his eyes. His long eyelashes curl up, and those beautiful blue eyes shine the wonder of the world. It amazes me how beautiful he is. It's amazing my husband and I created a beautiful little boy like him. I dont understand how on earth something as perfect as him came from me. But I am not complaining. I love the look of him, and would never change it for the world.
He likes to look at things, to build them up high. Watch them come crashing down so he knows their weakness. He compiles things that no one else would ever think of. Some of the things he builds, are brilliant and spectacular, even if they are on a miniature scale. He is a genius, like Einstien. He cannot talk very well, but he doesnt need to, his expressions all but tell what he is thinking, and feeling. It amazes me that he is able to do everything that he does, He is my Handsome Man.
My youngest son, He is just as crafty as his sister. His smile can light up a room, and make you grin after a honest and hard day. He is a magician, ready to make your smiles come to life, just my looking at you. His eyes are a muddy blue, deep and intense. You wouldnt expect that out of someone his age, but yet there he is. Brilliant and shining. The sun always seems so close when he is near. He is a miracle to me, something that I can look down and cherish forever. Something that as time goes on, I know I can count on him.
These are my children, my lights, my loves, my souls. Each has a little piece of me and my husband in them, two sould that have come to find each other in this big world, and have fallen forever into a cacoon of solidity, becoming one, we feel and relive each others hopes and dreams daily. As none of this could have taken places without each other.
Here is something about me.
I'm tired. Everytime I look out the window, I am reminded of the bleakness outside. I see how the winds have blown through, and damaged the trees, that no long have the beautiful green leaves, the orange and browns of forgotten rains and sun. Everytime I sit here, I just want to remember the way things used to be, the way it was when we were younger. Before the the waves came, and the winds howled. I just want it to be like it was.
I sit now, looking at the cold, dead earth. Thinking about my life, The way my kids sit there, playing in their bedrooms, because its to cold to go outside. It used to be warm, with our days full of sunshine, and the heat feeling like a melting pot. Ok maybe that wasnt what I really mean. But I liked it, I miss it, and I want it back, Now. I dont want to have to wait another season. I want the joyus smells of springs, the way the birds chirp at the begininng, watching baby birds being born. I liked watching my daughter play with the worms, even if the gross factor were there, she astounds me still, afraid of a little spider, but not afraid to touch and pick up a slimy worm.
Ladybugs. My favorite part of spring. I secretly call my daughter that, because from the moment we brought her home from the hospital, we have been graced with Ladybugs, even today, there are at least 4 or 5 around her bedroom window, begging to be let in. It's amazing really, The things that happen, the creatures that are drawn to her. She could make a mean dog bounce around just by touching him.
My middle son, he looks at the world amazed at how big it is. Amazement is always shown through his eyes. His long eyelashes curl up, and those beautiful blue eyes shine the wonder of the world. It amazes me how beautiful he is. It's amazing my husband and I created a beautiful little boy like him. I dont understand how on earth something as perfect as him came from me. But I am not complaining. I love the look of him, and would never change it for the world.
He likes to look at things, to build them up high. Watch them come crashing down so he knows their weakness. He compiles things that no one else would ever think of. Some of the things he builds, are brilliant and spectacular, even if they are on a miniature scale. He is a genius, like Einstien. He cannot talk very well, but he doesnt need to, his expressions all but tell what he is thinking, and feeling. It amazes me that he is able to do everything that he does, He is my Handsome Man.
My youngest son, He is just as crafty as his sister. His smile can light up a room, and make you grin after a honest and hard day. He is a magician, ready to make your smiles come to life, just my looking at you. His eyes are a muddy blue, deep and intense. You wouldnt expect that out of someone his age, but yet there he is. Brilliant and shining. The sun always seems so close when he is near. He is a miracle to me, something that I can look down and cherish forever. Something that as time goes on, I know I can count on him.
These are my children, my lights, my loves, my souls. Each has a little piece of me and my husband in them, two sould that have come to find each other in this big world, and have fallen forever into a cacoon of solidity, becoming one, we feel and relive each others hopes and dreams daily. As none of this could have taken places without each other.
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, and quote is "Love means never having to say your sorry.". - I am a 24 year old woman from Georgia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm I am working as a Scan Rite, spending time with my kids.
- I am in the groups Anything Group, Penned to the Letter, Something In The Shadows, Story writing group
- I have 272 comments, 1 contest, 272 poems, 18 stories, 22 journals
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She sits on the bed crying softly to herself. Everything was all wrong. She thought she loved him, until she met Jacob. When she met Jac1600 words, 6 comments, January 24
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Several questionairres, all rolled into one. This is thanks to my brother, Jeremy0826. It's HIS FAULT! blame him! - I'm in... though I will lose :P at allpoetry
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Parched soul gives way to salty misgivings
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Please, if anyone has read my story Mad Hattress, and read all 4 chapters, if you by chance still have it, PLEASE help me. I have lost chapter 4, and it has completely disappered! I have decided I am going to continue writing it, but now it is GONE! PLEASE tell me SOMEONE has it in their email or something! I amOctober 5, 100 words. → Make first comment?
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Just wanted to let everyone know what all is going on in my life since I haven't really been able to talk to anyone! We moved into the new house on the 1st, and we absolutely love it here! we have a yard for the kids to play in, and plenty of room for them to run around! on the 2nd, jonathan lost his job, becauseSeptember 12, 200 words. → 3 comments, Add one?
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Hey everyone-- 1 haha sorry for the title... Had to think of something 2 Well, Surgery went well... Other than him doing NOTHING I expected him to do! ugh. So we still dont know how bad the PCOS is. *sigh* 3 Anyway 4 My kids are hellions... I am not saying that lightly either.,, 5 oh yeah, aAugust 3, 100 words. → 4 comments, Add one?
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SlytherinPunkVixxen : When you say truth? on January 5When you say that put the truth in your authors notes you mean what the truth is in the story right?
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Vietbabe909 : HEY HEY on December 12, 2008I read your profile, you have such amazing kids and each one is unique like the other. I am shocked that ladybug likes to touch worms but is affraid of spiders. Hahaha. Thanks for the support you have given me about my stories. I will continue on writing and posting. Thanks again and happy holidays -Vietbabe909
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simply.me on November 18, 2008mkay i didn't think the next chapter would be confusing!!
okay, well Benny and Terra are best friends. Benny is one of those really beautiful people who are nice and smart etc. that everyone always wants to be. Mark is Terra's brother, and i was hoping to make him incedibly nice and understanding. He's also very smart, and girls think hes awesomely sexy The two parents in the story are Mr. and Mrs. Dasarian. They are both really smart and expect the same from thier children. Mr. Dasarian is a lawyer and Mrs. Dasarian is a doctor. i can't really tell you any more that you haven't read so far without ruining the story - hope that helped! -
Riftkin on November 12, 2008greetings and welcome to Story Write
