Good morning, sun.
And good morning to the girl
who sits quietly and smiles,
amused by it all.
Good morning, sun.
And good morning to the girl
who sits quietly and smiles,
amused by it all.
Sleepy heart,
whisper to me
of laughter and love;
comfort trickling down
the mountain of mysterious
life.
Shall I bring the sunrise?
Shall I wipe away these tears
with the sweet knowing
of tomorrows smile?
On the eighth day of Christmas
I wondered how the steps I take
with my average girl feet
might change the world—
even in some small way.
I wondered for about a second
and then I stopped wondering
and just…smiled.
Because on the eighth day of Christmas
I remembered:
a smile is all it takes
to change the world.
Every day, I change the world.
And every day, I bet you do too.
On the seventh day of Christmas
the sun came
and then it went.
In between the coming and going of the sun
lots of love happened.
Lots of smiles.
A couple of sad thoughts.
Hardly any cranky ones— hells yes. (Don’t ya love those days?)
So…yeah.
Life happened and it was really pretty great.
The thing is—
I’m so super snoozy. (Sleepy sigh smile.)
So super snoozy I can’t think of anything overly brilliant to write.
Tomorrow will be better.
Tomorrow I’ll write something AMAZING. (She says, grinning at the cheek she hopes she’ll be forgiven for)
Night night, gang.
You guys are awesome.
Thanks for popping by for a bit of a couch chat.
xx Brooke (Couch chat legend from way back.)
I live for days
where the smile that lives
in my heart
warms me like the sun
and sings me like the love song
I was always meant to be.