It seems I have loved this song by Miriam Stockley for as long as I can remember. I was so happy to run across it today via Crumpled Envelope...just what I needed.
Obviously, there is no such thing as a perfect day. Some are near perfect, others are quite the opposite. Sometimes though, you just have to find as much happiness in the imperfect lives we live as possible. I've grown so tired of negativity as it seems to do nothing but bring people down and hurt them. It's so completely draining. I have so many people to love and that hurt in their own individual and private ways...don't we all? Life isn't about perfection, but just trying our best to be a little better each day, to weather each storm, to fight and overcome each battle, to overcome ourselves and the power we have to bring others down, and to know that in spite of it all, we are loved. Life is about the trials that come our way that build us and make us more compassionate so that we can help the next person and truly feel what they are going through.
I've been thinking so much about my sweet mother lately, truth be told, she is always on my mind as she is so much a part of me. I don't know what I would do without her. She is always looking on the bright side and has this magical way of lifting and loving others. I adore her.
The button was cut from Coasters using Papertrey Ink's Buttoned Up #1 die. Lily White Sugar Coating from Doodlebug Designs was used on top.
The vintage image is from Made by Janet. Such a beautiful collage sheet. And the scrunched seam binding is from Craft Spot. I added the sentiment at the bottom using the Tag-its #2 stamp set from Papertrey Ink.
Well, it seems I have messes in every room today, time to get things in their places and get ready for another day. I wouldn't trade today for anything though. The days with my little one are fleeting and can never be repeated. I found this quote tonight by Anne Campbell and thought of my own mother and little bean immediately:
You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls I cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece of foreign sky.
(“To My Child,” quoted in Charles L. Wallis, ed., The Treasure Chest [1965], 54)
Have a wonderful night.
Melis