My Voice, My Heart, My Life

For you Mami: You Took My Hand When I was child you took my hand You lead me down a narrow path All the while assuring me it is grand My little heart trusting you since hath When I was a preteen you took my hand Guiding the choices I would make Keeping me away from sifting sand Never once did you forsake When I was a teenager you took my hand Showing me what lies ahead Telling me the importance of taking a stand Reminding me of the Red that was shed When I was a young adult you took my hand Trusting me to follow the road Praying continually that my faith expand Having your love overflowed Now as an adult you take my hand Sharing wisdom, blessings and Living water Praying together hand in hand Enjoying the journey of mother and daughter

Today is my handsome husband's birthday! It has been a great joy to spend his past 7 birthday's with him. He is so opposite of me, in more ways then one, when it comes to birthdays. He doesn't like the big party or celebration. It tends to go the quiet route. A nice dinner with family and a piece of pie, not cake he doesn't like cake. I like to celebrate a birthday week and he can take it or leave it. Well now that he's married to me I make sure he makes his day or week special. So I begin with a poem for my Scott. I love you my Scott You are very hot I will let you play on Xbox Just watch the clock I will love you here and there I will love you everywhere I will love you in the rain I will love you in Spain (hint,hint) I love you when you're mad I love you when you're sad I love you just as you are Now come and open this jar Scott I hope you enjoyed my hand at Dr. Seuss, I know how much you love him. I pray your day is great! I pray your

As far as I can remember I have always struggled with my weight. When I was younger it became an issue of, I need to be pencil thin. I wanted to look like the magazines. I fortunately enjoyed eating too much that anorexia and bulimia didn't take hold of me. However my self-esteem took a beaten. I grow up telling myself that I was ugly and fat. That's why people don't like me. Why would anyone want to hang out with someone like me. Now all of this was going on the inside. Looking at me you couldn't tell that it was an issue. In high school my body began to change and it adjusted itself a bit but I was still not pencil thin. I would hear a voice in my head say if you where thinner you would be pretty. I thank God for San Francisco Christian School. If I wasn't there I don't know the direction I would have taken. I learned so much about God. Along with other things, I learned about His love and acceptance of us. I am fearfully and wonderfully made.(Psalm 139:14)