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Hourglass

Sep 16, 2013

little boy, when you speak // i can’t help but kiss your cheeks
i love the way you grab my hands // and tell me all about your plans
rocket high, comets fly // you and i could take a ride
and fly away to neverland // and give our best to peter pan

when you reach for the stars, don’t forget who you are // and please don’t turn around and grow up way too fast
see the sand in my grasp, from the first to the last // every grain becomes a memory of the past
oh, life’s an hourglass…life’s an hourglass

story’s read, prayer is said // close your eyes sleepyhead
while angels linger in your dreams // and hold you in their feathered wings
just like you, i was small // not that long ago at all
i wish you all the happiness // that God gives freely if you ask

when you reach for the stars, don’t forget who you are // and please don’t turn around and grow up way too fast
see the sand in my grasp, from the first to the last // every grain becomes a memory of the past
oh, life’s an hourglass…life’s an hourglass

i had never heard of mindy gledhill until a few weeks ago when haley of life is sweet posted the lyrics to this song on her instagram feed and i just had to listen to it. mindy’s unique voice does sound familiar…..maybe i heard one of her songs in a show or a movie or even a dance class. regardless, i am now hooked. and this song speaks volumes to this mama heart.

now, when jonathan tells me these stories where his imagination runs wild. now, when brandon seeks to hold my hand every time we’re walking out and about. i cannot kiss them enough and so desperately wish that all their days are full of joy and happiness.

i want them to soar and go where their heart takes them. i also hope it doesn’t happen as quickly as i know it will. jonathan’s already in school. brandon’s already on his way to turning 2. time passes way too fast and though i look at our babies’ yesterdays with longing, i do embrace the little toddlers they are now, and have high hopes for them to be the great men i know they can be.

my boys. i’m so proud to be your mother. our love, so strong and distinct. so fierce and pure. i will never forget the grains that have dropped from my grasp, and i’ll hold on tightly to what is still remaining in my hand.

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