My view for so very long was all wrapped up here. From above the big belly and all about what was inside.
And now my eyes gaze upon the purest of pure, made in the most Perfect image, nursing at my breast, secure and certain of my love, as this crazy world goes on around us.
Yesterday I stepped outside and looked up. When was the last time you really observed the sky? It's a lot to take in... it goes on forever. It has stories to tell. It's so big and will make you realize just how small you are. And also how real. And alive.
But really we're just walking around Someone Else's brushstrokes.
As much as I tend to think it is, this life is not all about me.