Yearning...

No rustling sheets, nor babbies whine, nor creaking boards... thine house ist still --- these are but early days of life, and yet these glorious creatures bring wishes to my soul ♥ Baby sitting the Webblets, they are sound asleep but each peep- each cough or sniff- petrudes into my thoughts and make me wonder.... Am I too young to be so clucky? Is it wrong to yearn so hard for something that fulfills a purpose I was created for??

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So my map is drawn, My travelling companion is agreeable and ready.
All stations set to go.

But my dear cyberspace friends-- i need to sort one last thing out before I disclose the destination my map leads me.

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until then I shall leave you with a poem by a fellow blogger "Amelia":

Standing together

There's an oak tree that stands in our front yard
When we moved here years ago, it stood there just as grand
unmoved by the storms that blew last year
unnerved by the strong winds that for months don't clear
it just stands there it's roots planted firm to the ground
and for it's stubbornness and stability it's gotten renown

That's how I want to love you every single day
steadily and steadfast, through the storms, I want to stay
I want to love you this year and the next, even when it pains
even when loving you hurts and my every energy it drains
I want to stay beside you through the storms and winds of life
like the oak I want to stay put even when the pain cuts like a knife

when our dreams are crumbling all around us like a house of cards
I want to stay with you and travel together through all the painful yards
me and you against the world taking it all on together
we can conquer it all you and I, we can make it through whatever
unmoved and uncompromised ,holding on to each other don't you see,
just as long as we stand unshaken like the steady oak tree "