Just to be a ballerina for a day

Music beneath ribbon astray

Body floating enchanted sway

Delicate power wisping away

Oh to be that free and high

Steel toes luring passing by

Performing artist on the fly

How beautiful the ability to try

Rainbow wanting to break free, lingering inside the brisk clouds, resting on the golden hills pre sunset.

Do you really see me Invisible girl ~

Can you hear through the dark ~

Is there something more to be ~

Can an open heart be lit again ~

Show yourself beautiful Invisible girl ~

She was absolutely stunning could only imagine being that pretty in such a small town. Referred to as Pocahontas, she had nothing on you with your Julia Robert’s smile always a fashion show strut.

Then it came when life got tough and we lost mom. You grew so close to her during that time and I never could catch my breath to watch her pass. Your ability to be around her showed me love in a way I couldn’t understand.

Now being a mom myself I embrace the courage you had when I was in pain. As we grow older I like to think you loved me in some sorts weird way. You built me tough and maybe you did love me.

Grandma’s last words were geared towards making up and loving regardless the past and nothing’s as important as the love for a family. She also mentioned your not going to get pregnant again..Haha some things will always be the same ol’. Love ya ladies

From a Daddys girl to young women, wife and mother back to realizing roles may add but Dads are forever.

Great Falls, Montana born and raised. Furlong distance in a race. Gabling referee, judge to the bone. Teacher, coach conducting the case.

A true sportsman. Griz guy, 9er guy, doesn’t mind the ball. Making calls wherever he is, humbled and disciplined “know it all”.

A Daddys girl making each feel special. Treating us all like his own. Raising individuals in different ways. Love and dignity experience shown.

Cheered on every game. Always Congratulating every success. Holding hands emphasizing failures as new opportunities and nothing less.

Building a family and village he taught us 10 commandments. Understood and defined his faith, encouraging all important intents.

Kidding I call him Red Shadow Boxer. For traits and a mean Bob n’ weave. Fighting the air, left hook right jab. Implanting a picture never to leave.

You’ve been a hero to me and so many. The way tend to honestly love us all. Your favorite harvest season upon us. Dark eyed Junco, moss in the fall.

Love you pops for all that you do for so many. Inspiration to me in my early years wrangling my monsters.🍂💞

With patience and persistence, even the smallest act of discipleship or the tiniest ember of belief can become a blazing bonfire of a consecrated life.

In fact, that’s how most bonfires begin

-as a simple spark. ~Dieter F. Uchtdorf

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

Remaining present and tranquil is considerably harder than appearance. Constant rewiring and collaborating ideas searching for a stable balance. Slow and steady prevails the life race!

On these days of doubt I am reminded of the first prayer shared with Demspi.

Isaiah 43:2

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.

To my special someone, you know…

I hate you the least

summarized rise

Love you til deceased

This less than defines you

You whispered in a whirl

As soon as marched through

I knew you’d be my girl

Tears of a crocodile

Wollow stream to the floor

I hate you the least

Need I say more

Love all your wholesomeness and your ability to make others feel🐗

Missing you on these colder days. Here’s to you mom.

Walking with purpose

Typically holding a cane

Weather mostly soothed you

Fearing lightning not rain

You were your own special beauty

Off pitch in your hum

Shasta soda spoke wonders

Juicy fruit was your gum

Comparisons never held

A pedestal all your own

The simple softest touch

The most comforting home

Your creative random hobbies

Always collecting rocks

Laundry to the nine

Tangles of mismatched socks

How I miss your purposeful walk

Now that were raising Browne’s

I know your up there watching

Making fun of a bunch a clowns.

Take care up there you💗

Much thanks mom donating both cadaracks to two different people.

You always found a way to keep giving long after you were here.

If I would have started fresh

This wouldn’t be so hard

These growing pains

These battle scars

But if I started fresh

Would I be me

Or some other version

I don’t see

Or does freshness

Comes with age

With losses and wins

By flipping the page

Who truly knows

I began a mess

Check me Bobby Fischers

Confusing game of chess

With every match building

Sure having its flame

The Cats kinda cradle

Stringy, stationary game

Then the freshness evolves

Then leads to light

Two new cadaracks

Giving sense of sight.

Is it new eyes

We all need

Or bigger hearts

You plant the seed

Love ya mom💐