TruMama

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.

-T.S. Eliot

Our house New Year’s Eve 2014…

Our house has a new breath.

That speaks new words.

Creates a new language.

Is alive with your voice.

The synergy of it all – works.

Harmony flows.

Imperfections reign.

Mistakes happen.

Gratitude guides.

Joy prevails.

You make silly monsters.

I make hot chocolate.

This is how we roll.

This is the language of our love.

I love you too much!