Thursday, November 15, 2012


is the great outdoors; the sunny blue sky with white puffy clouds.

Comfort is the shadow-arms of the big, tall trees.

Comfort is these four, running towards new adventures, and still wanting me as their home.

Comfort is their laughter; their smiles; their innocence; their heart.

Comfort is my majestic weeping willows; never losing their leaves, just changing their color.

This outdoor wonderland is where I find my peace; and although I have many material comforts, there is nothing quite like the comfort of this.

Mama's Losin' It