To Read on the Journey

Monday, October 14, 2013


In a quiet corner of our house Emilie stops me,
she wraps her arms around me,
falls into her mama.
I hold her.
 A 14 year old still needs to be held.
 "I love you, Baby."
She is taller than me, but will always be my baby.  

Emilie rests. 
Rests her tired head on my steady shoulder.

 "I really love you," she whispers.

I'm always
amazed by the grace 
and generosity of her love. 

 "I don't deserve your love. I'm such a mess."

 "I love you more because you're messed up," she says.

I chuckle.
 She wants to explain. 

I interrupt.
I squeeze my thoughtful girl tight and whisper, 
"I get it." 

I get that she adores the 
the redeemed,
the beautiful that comes from my ashes.  
  I fall into her safe arms.
Rest on her strong shoulders. 
She holds me.
This 39 year old mama cherishes being held.

 Live in Peace,

Photos from Feb, 2009.


Tegan Aubrie | Twelve13 said...

This could not be more beautiful. Thank you for sharing!

miriam said...

wonderful and touching, dear Denise!
Love and kisses

Simply Sara said...

this give this weary mama (deep in the toddler/big girl/pre-pre-teen trenches) HOPE.
love you and your sweet emilie.

christina said...

sweetest post ever.

Kelli said...

Such a beautiful post! My sweet daughter will be 14 in December and I cherish any time spent just sitting and loving her.
I LOVE the last picture!

Jessica said...

this is so beautiful. i love hearing her gracious heart.

Linda Z said...

These words and photos are breathtaking!