Hearts are funny looking organs.
They don't resemble the typical
"heart" shape really.
We all need one to live.
Each one of us has one that could tell at least a hundred stories.
Perhaps many more.
Stories of love.
of heart break.
Stories that we keep locked away deep inside and tucked within the recesses of our hearts.
over a lifetime of experience.
layers upon layers of memories
the feeling of the sunshine on my hair and the wind on my face.
the feeling of my unborn babes moving inside of me.
the taste of the salt of the ocean and the mighty power of the waves crashing against the rocks.
The day I said I DO when I married my husband many years ago.
The brokenness I felt the day I learned my daughter was diagnosed with cancer.
is woven into my heart forever
but there for me to remember.
and more and more time passes
and more memories are created
and more happiness
and even sometimes more sadness.
and I remember when
and my heart remembers too.
And like a patchwork quilt my life is pieced together like no other.
Bits of this and that
seems so haphazard yet
like the intricate workings
of a clock, it is as though
as my life has been laid out for me
as a custom made blanket, and I will wrap my patchwork heart up in it bumps bruises and all. My patchwork heart has become all
the more stronger with each
Thoughts and Heart by me. Happy valentines Day.