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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.