None of it makes a difference to me.
Some of you I barely know.
Some of you I have known and loved to the depths of my soul.
None of it matters.
Because each of you has my heart.
And each of you deserves to hear this on Christmas day:
Life is a journey.
You are not always going to get it right, and it is not always going to make sense.
But you will live.
Isn’t
that
wonderful?
I so adore you, bloggy friends.
Thank you, again, for allowing me to be as I am.
Merry Christmas.
Love, Brooke.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, her sleeping babes warmed her heart from their beds.
What joy might tomorrow bring for them, she wondered, remembering the magic of being a child on Christmas eve.
She remembered lying in bed, listening to the lullaby of her heart, hoping and wishing to meet the morning sooner.
She remembered such lovely things—
and she smiled.
Because on the twelfth day of Christmas, the girl became a woman in love with the dream all over again.
But this time the dream was for her sleeping babes.
Sleep tight, my little ones.
Sweet dreams, until the morning finds you.
Ps. Thank you so much for coming on this heart-filled journey with me, these past twelve days. Merry days to you all, my lovely friends. Here’s hoping the magic of the season finds you and chases you well into the new year.
xx Brooke
It’s the third day of Christmas.
And here I am
sitting under the shade of a barky tree,
listening to the river,
counting my blessings as they float on by.
What is this beautiful life?
What is this warm breeze
that gives me everything I never knew I needed?
This feeling soothes me.
And every time it finds me
it’s essence fills me more
and more
and more
like a drug that’s addicted to me.
Oh, how I crave it.
Oh, how I wish it would stay.
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