all that i am

my life used to be beautiful



and ever so sweet

full of consistency...pattern and repetition

nothing extraordinary

time to notice colour
and light

but it was all just plain white milk...

now it's messy

and everything seems to take just a little longer
even with the help of my ever present little 'helper'...

but the eyes of my heart have been opened

and I can't imagine
anything
ever
being more precious....
sweeter....
or more beautiful
in this life