I Am a Little Girl Sitting In a Backyard Swing

I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing
I am sweet tea with a slice of lemon
I hear the distant sound of crickets from my childhood
I smell the coming of rain in the air
I feel the refreshing dew on the grass
I build pine straw houses under the shade of a tall Georgia pine
I stand at the backdoor waiting for freshly mopped floors to dry
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I am the feel of a cool summer breeze
I am Conway Twitty and George Jones blaring on the breeze of a spring cleaning
I hear little girl voices singing shake, shake my playmate
I feel the hot pavement on my bare feet
I mix delicious mud pies with my little sister
I climb an apple tree for a snack and ride in a wheel barrel around dead man’s curve
I call a friend, just because
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I am fried green tomatoes, pintos, and cornbread
I am the smell of honeysuckle in the summer air
I hear the faint sound of the snowball truck coming down a country road
I see the bright stars of summer nights as I play hide and seek
I skate in sock-feet to the sound of Charlie Pride coming from an old record player
I ride my bike down long country roads
I glide through the house on a magic blanket
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I am a plate of gravy and biscuits topped with tomatoes
I am clothes hanging on the line to dry
I hear the sound of an attic fan on a hot Georgia night
I taste warm blackberries picked fresh from the vine
I hear the sweet sound of birds in the morning air
I feel cold water coming from a hose on a hot summer day
I walk down a long country road with a friend
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I Am a Little Girl Sitting In a Backyard Swing

I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing
I am sweet tea with a slice of lemon
I hear the distant sound of crickets from my childhood
I smell the coming of rain in the air
I feel the refreshing dew on the grass
I build pine straw houses under the shade of a tall Georgia pine
I stand at the backdoor waiting for freshly mopped floors to dry
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I am the feel of a cool summer breeze
I am Conway Twitty and George Jones blaring on the breeze of a spring cleaning
I hear little girl voices singing shake, shake my playmate
I feel the hot pavement on my bare feet
I mix delicious mud pies with my little sister
I climb an apple tree for a snack and ride in a wheel barrel around dead man’s curve
I call a friend, just because
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I am fried green tomatoes, pintos, and cornbread
I am the smell of honeysuckle in the summer air
I hear the faint sound of the snowball truck coming down a country road
I see the bright stars of summer nights as I play hide and seek
I skate in sock-feet to the sound of Charlie Pride coming from an old record player
I ride my bike down long country roads
I glide through the house on a magic blanket
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I am a plate of gravy and biscuits topped with tomatoes
I am clothes hanging on the line to dry
I hear the sound of an attic fan on a hot Georgia night
I taste warm blackberries picked fresh from the vine
I hear the sweet sound of birds in the morning air
I feel cold water coming from a hose on a hot summer day
I walk down a long country road with a friend
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

My Crazy Funfilled Life

Well, it has been a while since I have blogged. I have been crazy busy with school. I took 5 classes last summer so I could get into West Georgia this past fall. I made it through the craziness of summer as the days flew by me at a rapid pace. Fall followed the path of summer with me sprinting to keep up with all the tasks before me. I am now greatly anticipating the arrival of spring and the ending of two long years without a break from school. I only have to take one class this summer, which greatly thrills me.

G is growing and changing so much. We took him to see a specialist in SC in the fall and started him on the GFCF diet as well as many supplements. He has really progressed in his language skills and his attention span. He is getting so tall.

T is still an avid reader. He now is beginning to write poetry. He is a very smart and gifted young man. I will miss him so much when he goes away to college. He is my intellectual outlet. He and I have deep discussions about the books and poetry we read; although we don't always agree. My adorable husband hasn't read a complete book since college, and I am not sure he did it then. I will have to send lots of text messages I suppose. I pray that God has a job waiting for me when I graduate so that I will be preoccupied with something to lessen the pain of letting go of my first baby as he takes flight from the nest.

My Crazy Funfilled Life

Well, it has been a while since I have blogged. I have been crazy busy with school. I took 5 classes last summer so I could get into West Georgia this past fall. I made it through the craziness of summer as the days flew by me at a rapid pace. Fall followed the path of summer with me sprinting to keep up with all the tasks before me. I am now greatly anticipating the arrival of spring and the ending of two long years without a break from school. I only have to take one class this summer, which greatly thrills me.

G is growing and changing so much. We took him to see a specialist in SC in the fall and started him on the GFCF diet as well as many supplements. He has really progressed in his language skills and his attention span. He is getting so tall.

T is still an avid reader. He now is beginning to write poetry. He is a very smart and gifted young man. I will miss him so much when he goes away to college. He is my intellectual outlet. He and I have deep discussions about the books and poetry we read; although we don't always agree. My adorable husband hasn't read a complete book since college, and I am not sure he did it then. I will have to send lots of text messages I suppose. I pray that God has a job waiting for me when I graduate so that I will be preoccupied with something to lessen the pain of letting go of my first baby as he takes flight from the nest.