Beautiful Distractions

It was a crazy thing to do. A crazy, mixed-up, desperate idea that all at once felt right and wrong, intense and peaceful, messy and beautiful. Because he said it just feels like the right thing to do. Because, sometimes, when there is nothing left to do, when all there is left to do but wait wait wait for Time to Tell, for Poison to Free her or Not Free Her, when we are all done with our Googl-ing and our article reading, when we have swallowed all of our sorry's, when we have slept beside our husband's and wives talking deep into the light of day about the reality of Forever's broken promise, when we have etched the sounds of our own children's laughter onto our hearts a permanent branding, when all of that has been said and done and done again.You have a Wedding. 

We needed a distraction. She needed a distraction. Don't think about those Things. The Things that keep us all awake at night, lying in our beds, aware of our own hearts, beating a rhythm of the Unknown, as our breaths whisper of what-ifs. For one day, for one shining enormous day we were going to celebrate. 

And celebrate we did.

Celebrate the way that Love can sometimes carry us, and how this happens sometimes when we need it to the most. 

Celebrate the way the early evening Sun casts shadows on the Sand, and spills out bright onto the World lighting up dangling legs on salty, weathered wood. And how the Ocean makes Everything seem endlessly possible. 

Celebrate how time is constant, yet changing always. How in this place of History, a white limousine makes a temporary home, and how tiny specs of bright green grass will fall onto the carpeting, how we will spill our orange juice just a little, how barely visible bubbles will rise up into the bridge of our nose and tickle us silently, and how this makes us Smile.

Celebrate the sound her footsteps make as she runs across flickering afternoon shadows dancing unnoticeable below her. 

How we look down with our eyes and catch the gaze of Unfiltered Joy, of Pure Innocence and think to ourselves that is Mine. All mine. 

How we can stand still in a moment, and without moving, drink up everything around us with only our eyes. 

Celebrate how Light reflects from Everything so that we can see it. 
Celebrate All of us coming together, doing together, moving together against a backdrop built from trees and clouds, saltwater and sunsets. 

Celebrate how all at once, your children rise to the occasion and beam pride and reflection and thoughtfulness and emotion and how innately beautiful this is. 

Celebrate how even the smallest Pieces, the lonliest Things, are really giant memories for Us to keep. 

How a Mother can Love a child, and how without a word uttered, she can love and be loved forever and always. 

Celebrate the power of a moment frozen, a piece of time treasured, singular seconds created for the sole purpose of remembering them, swimming in them, holding onto them, getting Lost in them. 

Celebrate Life's Beautiful Distractions.~

A note about Feedburner: There has been some "talk" around the Web lately that Feedburner may "go away". For some of you, Feedburner is the service that provides content from Amommaly to your Reader or your Email Inbox. For now, I am taking a "watch and wait" approach to this, as switching up technology stuff is not on my list of stuff I am really awesome at, but please, please contact me if you notice anything unusual. I would hate to lose a single one of my readers over something like this.You are so cherished.  Thank You. 

Liked it? Loved it? Loathed it? Share it!

If you enjoyed this post, please take a few seconds to share it! If you are new here, thank you for stopping by! To receive free email delivery of new content on Amommaly, you may enter your email in the box below.

Enter your email address:


Delivered by FeedBurner