The Joy of Six...

Pieces of Me....'Wasted Days'

 

 

 

 

I don’t know why I do it.

I hate it when I do.

I wake up with a plan in mind;

                                              but waste the whole day through.

 

I start with good intentions,

and check my written list;

Reminding me of errands and chores,

to make sure none are missed.

 

Then I sit at the computer;

The first stop on my route.

I stay too long…here’s where I go wrong,

‘Cause I never can get out.

 

I’m firmly mired in this rut;

My chores just don’t get done.

The hours flee….and guilty me

hasn’t crossed off even one.

 

You’d think I’d learn my lesson,

and change up my routine;

and firmly take that list in hand

and clean what should be cleaned.

 

I can make a case not to clean this place;

Think I should have been a lawyer.

But what would it take...now for goodness sake;

just to sweep and wash a foyer?

 

And run out every errand

until they all are through.

When every one is checked and done;

Not just one or two.

 

I tell myself it’s wiser.

I tell myself I should.

I feel more guilt with every day,

‘Cause it seldom turns out good.

 

On the rare occasion I wake up

and my plan and I agree;

It’s a joy to carry out the day

in such perfect harmony.

 

How I love to feel the progress.

How I love to feel the zen.

How I love to feel a full day’s worth;

‘til I’ve wasted it again.

                                       ~Joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The time you enjoy wasting...is not wasted time."  ~Anon

Thank You Easter Bunny….I’m just saying…

 

Hello there Easter Bunny.

I’m stopping by to say;

I hope you’re ready… baskets stuffed,

With goodies for your day.

 

Secretly I’ve always thought

You hardly get your due.

With Santa getting so much press,

There’s little left for you.

 

And really when you think of it;

You certainly do compete.

But Santa has his deer and sleigh…

You just have bunny feet.

 

And what about the elves he's got

To help him get things made?

Who helps you gather, pack and hop

And still not crack an egg?

 

Dear Santa comes down chimneys;

But how do you get in?

You visit every house and yard

With a wink and bunny grin.

 

I’m not trying to stir up trouble,

‘Cause you both have quite a day.

But think of all the eggs you'd haul

In the comfort of a sleigh?

 

And when were milk and cookies

Ever left for you to eat?

Who thinks to feed and energize

Those busy bunny feet?

 

Don't get me wrong, St. Nick is great;

Beloved by all...there's no debate;

I simply wanted you to see

Your hard work isn’t lost on me.

     ~Joy - 2011                                                    Pieces of Me

 

Have an 'eggs'tremely wonderful Easter everyone....  ~Joy  xo

Pieces of Me...Revisited

 

Visit With an Old Friend                                                                                                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello old tree; so good of you to let me come on by.

Do you mind if we meet at your wooded feet, to keep the sun out of my eye? 

You’re looking grand as the swirling winds twine ‘round your leafy hair. 

It must feel good as Mother Nature soothes you all the way up there.                                                  

 

As your mighty branches twist and turn, and reach in silent sound,

I lie sheltered by your shadow and your soft and fertile ground.

I’m free to sit and contemplate past days of joy and pain;

When I sought you out in refuge amidst the sun and wind and rain.                                                                                                                  

 

I have come to you so many times, as your loyalty was true;

And you listened to my every word as you helped to get me through.

What would it be a friend so strong might ever ask of me?

If I could know... I’d make it so, my dear and trusted tree.                                                                                    

 

Remember when ones so small sat ‘round your grassy floor?

We’d share the day and play and play, ‘til we could stay no more.

And always in our journey home we’d turn for one last glance;

And there you’d be, my dear old tree, waving love with every branch.                                                                

 

And as those ones so small did grow, they’d visit on their own.

Alone they’d walk to sit and talk just like they’ve always known.

They told you what they felt inside; they’d laugh, they’d cry, they’d sing.

The freedom that they felt with you enveloped everything.                                                                            

 

Our visits now are random; so sadly few these days;

But constant is your flowing strength and the role that it still plays.

And when our conversations take that turn... reflectively,

They ask if I’ve been out to see their dear and loving tree.                                                                              

 

I’ll tell them that we talked a while and that you’re doing fine.

I’ll tell them that you miss them…those little ones of mine.

And one last thing I’ll tell them when my life is near its end;

I’d like to spend my final days at the foot of my old friend.

                                                                - Joy

Happy Birthday Jenna Lynn...

 

 

            

                                                          Pieces of Me                                                    

Child of Love 

 

                                           

Happy Birthday Jenna; my first wee one;

So full of love ‘til day is done;

So giving to your very core,

And never leave us wanting more.

 

You were the first to bless our home.

You tended to the ones to come;

And touched them with your little heart;

Big sister from the very start.

 

Two dimpled sisters at your feet;

Caressing fingers…you were so sweet.

Learning to tell one from another;

A mommy’s aide…a little mother.

 

And in your little nurturing soul

You carried out your family role.

And soon the last came through the door;

All wrapped in blue...to make it four.

 

You took your job quite seriously;

And told them all how things should be.

Guiding them along the way;

I watched you bless our every day.

 

Here you are adult and grown;

A long time now out on your own;

But all the love you shared before,

You’re giving still…and even more.

 

The ones you teach…under your wing

Are blessed by what you give and bring.

They’re reaping what you gently sow;

How much…they may not ever know.

 

And on our little family tree,

You hold a place of royalty.

Our little ones will all attest;

Aunt Jenna simply is THE BEST.

 

That’s just how it has always been;

 

In Jenna’s world...where we all win.

I hope there’s never such a day

She runs out of what she gives away.

                                 ~ Joy  (Feb. 2011)

 

And a very Happy Valentine's Day to everyone....I hope you have a beautiful day...laced with lots of love.  ~Joy  xo 

 

P.S. For those rare souls out there who are experiencing decent weather conditions....even balmy, and have always wondered what two feet of snow looks like...here you go....

 

 

 

Christmas at the DJ's

My kids would tell me all the time, "Relax, don't overdo."

But organizing's what I need to help to get me through.

 

I think the kids now realize that Mom is slowing down.

She needs to feel that things are right when everyone hits town.

 

So she sidelined every ache and pain and focused on the days

the house would be turned upside down, in oh so many ways.

 

From tip-to-toe each room was filled with 'stuff' from bags and cases;

and children's toys and baby things; wherever there were places.

 

I knew I had to 'give it up'...surrender to the chaos;

And know each day would reach its end with memories to repay us.

 

The days were packed with activity; with things that should be done;

Bolstered by their energy...the small ones made it fun.

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Aunt Jenna and Grandma had no time to spare

when Bella and Bastian were left in their care.

 

While Mommy and Daddy took time on their own;

and called us from Mexico every day on the phone.

 

A trip to Jenna's school room was one thing to do;

The park and the mall...where they saw Santa too.

 

A play date with friends that was such a fun time;

And lunch out at a favorite restaurant nearby.

 

Traditional gingerbread cookies were planned,

With Aunt Jory in charge and giving a hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some presents were wrapped for ones that were small;

Whenever the wee ones wouldn't witness it all.

 

And old friends came visiting from near and far places

to help celebrate and to meet little faces.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

United in friendship and love through the years;

Cemented these moments in laughter and tears.

 

And when little Liv came with Mommy and Dad,

she met the two cousins she didn't know she had.

 

That was just the beginning of what was in store;

when come Xmas Eve, she met so many more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

A night filled with laughter, great fun and good food.

The babes were quite busy, and setting the mood.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then Xmas morning all early and quiet;

Bella tiptoed downstairs...that child is a riot.

 

Aunt Jenna and Grandma were laying in wait;

knowing those small ones would never be late.

 

Not long after Bella came Bastian to see

just what Santa left for him under the tree.

 

Then Mommy and Daddy were next to arrive;

and grabbed for some coffee to feel more alive.

 

Now where was Aunt Jory, baby Liv and Uncle Jess?

Their flight down the stairs was anyone's guess.

 

With instructions from Mom to "just peek and see,"

B & B went to see what the delay might be.

 

They were back down the stairs in no time at all;

and then we heard stirrings upstairs in the hall.

 

"You didn't wake them did you?"...but somehow we knew.

"No!" blurted Bastian.  "Well, we had to."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wonderful dinner....wonderful day.  This old house is quiet again and back to its normal routine....and so are my aches and pains.  I'd much rather have my other visitors.  Happy New Year everyone!  ~Joy

A Christina-Clean Christmas

Jenna's Xmas present to me this year was a cleaning lady for a day.  She gave me it early knowing I had all kinds of things on my "To Do" list for the holidays and was hoping it would help me feel organized.  I had one once about ten years ago right before my daughter, Julie, got married.  We had just done some decorating, and I was in need of some help before everyone came in from out of town for get-togethers at our house.  As I remember it, the lady that came was good, fast, and didn't speak much English; but I felt relieved to have her help at the time. 

That was the last time I was treated to the services of someone other than me cleaning my house....until today.  I knew to expect the cleaning lady somewhere between 7:45 and 8:30 am.  Needless to say, I was up plenty early enough to make sure I looked human and wouldn't scare her off.  The doorbell rang about 8:00.

I can't be sure, because of course I didn't ask, but the woman coming to clean my house for the next six hours looked to be older than me.  A short, white-haired, Polish lady who moved about as fast as I did (and that's none to fast these days) ambled through the front door; and with a slight nervous smile, started removing the layers of her clothing. 

Finally down to her 'working-wear,' she pointed to herself and said, "Christina." 

Still a little foggy from wondering how in the world this woman was going to clean my house any better...or less painfully than if I had done it all myself, I finally woke up and pointed to myself and said, "Joy. Hi, how are you Christina?"

I guess I must have been totally out of touch with the realities of a cleaning service.  I knew they employed women of all ages; but as I held my little list of tasks to be done, I couldn't help but wonder if she would be able to do them all...and still live to tell about it.  I don't know who was slower up the stairs...me or her.

I told her what I needed done in my upstairs bathroom....and I didn't tell her to do anything else on that floor, since I had already done some things and was going to finish the rest after she was gone.  I had 'other' things on my list that were priorities for me.  I didn't want her to think I was watching her every move, so I busied myself on the first floor waiting for her to come down to tell her what was next.

After about two hours; which I thought was quite some time to wash a bathroom floor, tub, toilet and sink, I went upstairs to make sure everything was okay.  She had pretty much finished the bathroom and went on to the bedrooms.  Good news and bad news....

I had already dusted most of those rooms, and she was going over the same stuff.  But she proceeded to vaccum and wipe the wooden floors down; which was something I had intended to do after she was gone.  She saved me that work; but I had to go around putting things back where I had them since of course she couldn't remember how I had them.  I quickly took the opportunity to tell her NOT to dust my living room; which was completely decorated from tip to toe with Xmas stuff.  (I hardly wanted to rearrange everything again.....besides, I already dusted it.)

I guess we had a small glitch in language communication, because the first thing she did when she came downstairs was start to take Xmas things off of my coffee table so she could dust.  After another small intervention, I think we finally were on the same page.  I apologized (although I don't know why) for not wanting her to clean what she probably routinely does.  All I know, 'time was ticking,' and she still had quite a bit of my list still to do.  Again I kept busy while she was hard at work.  She really was a very lovely lady and was doing a good job. 

By noon she had finished the living room and the office and took a break to eat a sandwich.  We chatted, as best we could.  She looked a little tired to me, but she said she had another job after mine to go to.  Then she attempted to tell me about some family problems.  I may not have gotten everything, but I think I got the gist of what she was telling me.  She was going to see her son soon who lived in Germany.  He was very sick with diabetes. (I was very proud of myself for figuring this out since I asked what the disease was that he had, and the only thing she could come up with was "Sugar, sugar, sugar,"  pointing to my sugar canister. When I said, "diabetes," she enthusiastically nodded her head in consent.)  The sadness in her eyes made it easy for me to understand why she worked so hard for so long.  Suddenly I knew what this lady was all about.  She had another son, I think in Minnesota....and a daughter in a suburb of Chicago; which is where she takes a bus home to when her working day is done. 

There was some kind of problem in her daughter's life.  Again she got very pensive and repeated things over and over again to help tell her story.  For the life of me, I'm not sure what the problem was; but I think it had something to do with her daughter's boyfriend and having to go to court.  I got the very distinct impression Christina wasn't all that fond of her daughter's boyfriend. 

She pointed to me and asked, "Husband?"  I told her I lost my husband five years ago.  She pointed to herself and said, "Me, six year."  Somehow we managed to find the words to share with one another now.

There was a couple of hours left before Christina would be picked up by the service.  She managed to wash everything in the main floor bathroom, wash my kitchen floor and cabinets, wipe down all my appliances, clean the sink, throw out all the garbage, and chat for a few minutes before she was picked up.

As she put the layers of clothing back on before going out in the cold, I paid her and thanked her for doing such a wonderful job.  Her pensive face suddenly lit up; and I knew just where that money was going.  She made a couple of piles...one for the cleaning service, and one she said, "Me kids."  I swear it took everything I had to hold it together.   My body ached just watching her bend and stoop, reach and stretch all day long to make my house look nice.  I told her how much I admired her for all of her hard work and the kind of person she was...and I gave her the extra money Jenna left for her as a tip.  

I can only hope she understood that the extra money was for HER...not the cleaning service.  She turned and slowly walked outside to wait for her ride...and on to the next job.  She does this every single day...seven days a week.  Up by 4:30 am...home at God only knows what hour.  I don't know how she does it at her age....I know I couldn't.  She's one strong and determined lady....a beautiful soul.  Thank you Christina.

 

My kids start coming in a week....Julie and her family.  Then Jory and her family come a few days later.  I don't know how much I'll be able to post....I might find some time; but realistically, probably not. 

I want to wish you all the most beautiful of holidays with those you truly enjoy being around and love.  I hope there are surprises in your holidays, laughter in your soul, and joy in your heart.  And I hope to have some great photos to post, as I hope you will too.  Happy Holidays everyone....and God Bless.            Love, Joy

  
    

Christmas Is Always Christmas

                                                                                    

We all remember some past December

of cocoa and nights decorating the tree.

Of tinsel and angels and lights burning bright;

and mistletoe hanging…oh what a sight!                                           

 

And the smell of the pine from the tree that we got

that we proudly picked out from the old corner lot.

And the ornaments the children gingerly placed

all over the tree in just the right space.                                                               

 

Of the candy canes hanging on branches so bright;

and the wreaths and the holly…it all seemed so right.

When putting the star atop of the tree

was all that it took to get a smile out of me.                                  

 

The wrapping of presents, and writing out cards;

and snowmen and lights softly draping the yards.

Oh the feeling of joy that touched everyone

and held us for days in laughter and fun.                                                               

 

And the Carolers coming to sing at the door;

and the joy on the faces of those they sang for.

And mom’s special cookies and over-baked breads…

The rapturous smells went straight to our heads.         

 

Of turkey and ham and stuffing and pie;

Our tummies so full we thought we would die.

All sitting cozy in the glow of the fire;

looking into the faces we love and admire.                                                         

 

And wrapping ourselves up snuggly and tight

in Grandpa’s strong arms for most of the night.

And Grandma’s perfume encircling our noses;

A sweet flowery scent…like petals of roses.                                                         

 

In moments like these…how good life can be

as you bask in the glow of your “near perfect” tree.

The years always change…they’ll come and go….

But Christmas is Christmas…and will always be so.

                                     

                                                          -Joy

Thanksgiving Thoughts....

Joy's List

 

~ get last minute stuff at the store -

~ go back to store for things I forgot -

~ take turkey out of freezer & put in refrig. -  

~ remind Jenna about dessert -  

~ remember to stuff ONLY the turkey....DON'T PIG-OUT! -

~ continue daily psych sessions to put Xmas decorations up right after Thanksgiving -

~ go back to store for more Aleve -     

 
 

TURKEY RECIPE  

Here is a turkey recipe that also includes the use of popcorn as a stuffing ingredient -- imagine that. 

 

 

8 - 15 lb. turkey
 1 cup melted butter
 1 cup stuffing (Pepperidge Farm is good)
 1 cup un-popped popcorn (ORVILLE REDENBACHER'S LOW FAT IS BEST.)Salt/pepper to taste

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Brush turkey well with melted butter, salt, and pepper. 

Fill cavity with stuffing and popcorn. Place in baking pan making sure the neck end is toward the front of the oven, not the back.

After about 4 hours listen for the popping sounds.

When the turkey's ass blows the oven door open and the bird flies across the room,.... it's done.

Now who thought I couldn't cook?

 

Pass The Gravy….  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh dear God if you’re listening take my words to be true;

Thanksgiving Day’s here, so I’m coming to you.

An abundance of food is sure to be found.

I’m praying you’ll guide me….and help slow me down.                                                                                                                  

 

Please give me strength…I implore and beseech

That you’ll keep ‘second helpings’ well out of my reach.

That you’ll keep me in check as my plate grows;

And you’ll stop me from hogging the mashed potatoes.                                                                                                               

 

That veggie-cheese casserole can’t come my way,

And somehow you must keep the gravy at bay.

I’m asking a lot for this day so divine,

And I’m sure you’ve got other requests…not just mine.                                                                                                                   

 

Remind me that one scoop of stuffing suffices;

And turkey is fine….just not five or six slices.

With all that is laid out on splendid display,

I hope buttered rolls won’t be part of my day.                                                         

 

Why can’t I load up on things better for me?

Because on this day….there are none to be seen.

Cranberries or jello might work for me best;

But who in their right mind could give up the rest?                                                                                                                     

 

Let me eat a bit slower and take it all in;

Small bites, so the gravy won’t drip from my chin.

Let me breathe in the joy of every aroma;

And don’t lay me victim to some turkey coma.                                                         

 

Yes, I need you to know that my wishes are dire;

For one of these times I’m sure to expire.

I figured a prayer just a few days before,

Might keep me from ending up flat on the floor.                                                       

 

So God keep me honest, and please stay alert.

I have to leave room for all the dessert.

                                         ~ Joy                 

  

 

                                   

 

 

 

 

 

     

 

Blessings to you all, and may yourThanksgiving be filled with a cornucopia of warm and beautiful moments and an abundance of love....  ~Joy  xo 

 

My Perfect Halloween ~ Pieces of Me Revisited

                                                                                                               

 

                                                              I’ll wait ‘til it’s dark so they can’t make me out;

Masking my face as I go on my route;

But I need to see clearly as I walk ‘cross the grass;

‘Cause I don’t want to trip and fall flat on my ass. 

                                            

                                                                            

I’ll need a good costume with much stronger seams;

Not some thin, flimsy get-up I’ve seen at Walgreens.

I can go as a pumpkin or a ghost or a hag,

Or cut holes in a Hefty…as a Lipton tea bag.                                                             

 

I’ll need to wear comfortable shoes on my feet

If I’m planning to go beyond my own street.

I can’t take a chance of what others will say

If my moaning and groaning should give me away.                                       

 

I’ll need to walk faster to catch up to the throng,

And grab up my share before the candy is gone.

I’ll say ‘Trick or Treat’ just like back in the days

When I was a pro in all Halloween ways.                                                                

 

I’ll have a strong bag for the length of my trip;

For I can’t take a chance of having it rip;

And all of my goodies be strewn everywhere -

I might bend down to get them; but I just might stay there.                                                                                                   

 

What true trick-or-treater would stop to help out

'That strange limpy kid with the big whiney pout?'

I have to be ready for any such crash;

Or my treats could wind up in some other stash.                                                       

 

And when I’m successfully done with my night,

I need to head back in the shards of the light.

I need to get home and look all about

For signs of the goblins while I was out.                                                

 

Like shaving cream messages all over my hood;

And eggs on my windshield….‘Oh, someone was good.’

And tee-pee'd trees everywhere to be seen;

It’s how I remember…..I love HALLOWEEN.

                                                         ~Joy (Halloween'07)

 

I say it all the time, but I'm really hoping to get more 'trick or treaters' this year.  It just hasn't been the same the past few years.  I'm hoping I can give away all the candy that I bought instead of having it sit around to tempt me for the next couple of weeks. Besides, I just love seeing all the kids in their costumes...especially the little guys.

 

Pieces of Me

 

I’ve been thinking about my grandmother recently….my dad’s mom.  She was one of the true loves of my life, and I miss her.  Grandma was special in ways I can’t even explain.  She was one of the most unselfish and giving people I have ever known.  She lived her life in such a humble and meaningful way, and left us all a beautiful legacy of how we should treat others and live our lives....my dad was just like her.  How lucky I was to have them in my life….

 

 

Grandma’s Eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She has studied all the pages

in the album of her life…

from the child to the teen;

from the woman to the wife.

 

But the pages she most turns to

and are worn in many places,

are the ones she’s lived in motherhood

filled with love and tiny faces.

 

For she’s touched a curly head or two,

and kissed a rosy cheek;

and she’s clasped her arms around each face

and listened to them speak.

 

But the blessing that she offers…

and should come as no surprise,

is the wisdom and the love you’ll find

set deep in Grandma’s eyes.

 

She’ll place you proudly on the branch

of her beloved family tree;

and she’s saved those pages in her book

where she prayed one day you’d be.

 

Sweet child, you will know the joy

of Grandma’s gentle word;

the tender touch and lilting song…

like none you’ve ever heard.

 

And as you grow, you’ll know a place

kept free from hate and lies;

that haven, you will come to know

is found in Grandma’s eyes.  

  

~Joy

 

Pieces of Me ~ Gemini Twins

 

 

A Mother’s Symphony

 

The music of your life began

when first I laid you nose to nose;

And listened to your sweet duet,

while counting all your twenty toes.

 

 

 

I watched as we were face to face;

And studied hard at ‘who was who;’

And in my arms you heard me sing

the world of joys ahead for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then back to me you sang your song,

in wrinkled grin and smiling eyes;

And there I knew before too long,

that wisdom comes in any size.

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your baby bodies growing strong;

I soon was nestling little girls;

Defining who you each would be;

Composing what would be your world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Secure in who you felt you were,

I watched you master every day.

No wrong turn did you ever take.

No sour notes along the way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How could a mother ask for more?

What better blessing could there be;

then seeing everything you touch

orchestrate a symphony?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I tell you now my babes all grown;

Amazed by you I’ll ever stay.

You’ve made your journey not alone;

So loved by all who walked your way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You have a haven in my arms.

I’ll listen solo or duet.

You bring such music to my heart.

A mom can’t want for more than that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is one thing I've prayed for you;

A mother’s dream…a legacy.

Beyond your health and happiness,

I want for you...what you gave me.

 

   ~ Mom xo

 

 

 

Happy Birthday ~

 June 16th...

my sweet girls…thank you for filling my life with your beautiful music…. ~xo