What I Want Them To See. To Remember.

I don’t want them to remember that my floors were always clean. I want them to remember how hard they could bounce the ball in the living room

I want them to remember always hearing music in the back ground.

I want them to see daddy and mommy doing what they were called to do,
But also I want them to see that we followed our dreams and passions.

I don’t want them to see a tidy kitchen but a mama who cries as she worships her creator.
Then opens her eyes and has a dance party with her babies.

People who laugh at the funny things but are serious when seriousness is needed….
Like when tornado’s wreck plans and dreams feel unreachable.

I want them to see me bow my head as a symbol that those hurting are seen and the ones broken are being held up.

I want them to see action in the midst of chaos and calmness in the midst of reconciliation.

I want them to see people who are moved by a song, moved by words, moved by a simple stroke of a paint brush.

I want them to see a home of peace, in the way we talk to one another and the way we speak out to end wars.

I want them to see a family against violence but a family that is very much for bubble explosions.

But mostly, I want them to see light when every thing seems dark, hope when every bad thing seems
to be out to get it, and love.. I want them to see love. <3