|A Joyful Heart|
July 19, 2008
I wake up every morning with a joyful heart. How can I not? I am healthy, I am alive, I am here. I'm not up North, I'm home. Home where my precious sisters are. Home where my younger brother and my sweet little niece lives. Home where the love of my life is only minutes away instead of hours and hours and miles and miles. Home where if I feel the need to have the human touch, I can call upon one of the many here who love me and care and feel their warmth, feel the complete acceptance they carry for me in their hearts.
So much inside of me I need, I want, I crave to write. I will have to sign off and try this again soon. Too much happening right now...
I wake up every morning with a joyful heart (for real). You would too if you could feel this inner joy and happiness that invades my soul!