Little Life Moments

I woke them Friday morning, my two little girls, with mommy kisses and soft calls. It was the last day of their first full week of school.

I fed them, helped them with their clothes, reminded them (once and then again) to brush their teeth, their hair, clean their faces and gather their things.

Those were all little bits of our life that morning; they're becoming the usual of our routine. But one thing stuck out, a favorite moment, one I doubt I'll see often.

We stood outside, waiting for the yellow bus to break free from the tree line. We heard it first, and I said, "Here it comes." We traded hugs; my husband and I wished them a good day, and they started down our driveway to meet their ride.

They weren't but ten feet from us when my littlest, no announcement, no request, floated her tiny hand toward her sister. Biggest may have seen that hand, peripherally, or maybe she just sensed it, for she grabbed it with her own. They held fast to the bus.

And my husband and I, already sappy with sweet love for our daughters, watched with our hearts hopping down the drive behind them.

It was just a little life moment.

Tell me about one of yours.

**Thank you for the encouragement after Friday's post. I'm learning I overthink the whole process, instead of trusting it, and that I need to stop making this harder on myself. I appreciate you all!

Lost: One Voice

WANTED:

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The safe return of my written voice.

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Where can it be, do you know?

Is there a place the lost voices go?

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It's been intermittent for so long now.

But I'd swear I had it just two days ago. Was I mistaken?

Have I done something wrong, did I drive it away again?

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Maybe I've been fooled. Tricked. Led to think I can do this, but

maybe I can't.

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It's just so unfortunate, so sad, and maddening, too,

because we had a good thing going, my voice and me. I was so sure.

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And now, without it, blogging isn't the same.

Special projects are hard; inspiration is far.

My novel-writing is lame, flat, horrible. It's like

I can't

continue--though I've tried, oh, I've tried--because

nothing is cohesive without it.

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I'm lost without my voice.

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Still, I guess I won't give up hope.

Please, if you see it, won't you send it home to me?

Random Question #11

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What makes you happy?
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I am unsure of this picture's original source. Have you seen it before?