Priceless and something to pass on to my daughter! Tim has inspired me to write to my daughter but I’ll quote him often as his advice to his son, Luke, was sheer poetry.
Happy Father’s Day
…the need for fewer clothes covering the body. Having already begun the cleaving of pounds process, I needed to address my body image. Most of the time I hide in large sizes thinking I look better than exposing my curves to the general public. Wrong…I watch the shows that give women makeovers, the Oprah shows on looking your best no matter what your size, etc. I now only own one or two black outfits and have fallen in love with scarves, 3/4 sleeves (oldie but a goody), and bright colors in flattering solids or “non-expanding” designs. I’m willing to stop wearing tents but polka dots and horizontal lines are for more slender people, they do nothing but make me look larger. Jackets, jean or otherwise, with curve appeal – not boxy and square but slightly fitted, are my saving grace. I can wear something sleeveless but don’t feel undressed or exposed and my lumps are covered but my curves are accentuated.
To top it all off, I started my own Arbonne business. A few weeks ago I blogged about my friend’s business and how wonderful the Arbonne skin care system felt. It was so good I had to join her team and spread the word. Since it is more beneficial than any product I ever tried in my life, and that’s a lot, I felt a desire to be a part of the company. In a sense the Arbonne opportunity was presented to me at a time when it was actually an answer to my prayers. How lucky I am to not only begin getting younger looking skin but to be making money helping others do the same as well!
There are baby/children and mens products that I have just begun to use from Arbonne as well as a weight loss system that I thought I’d try with a before and after picture of myself.
If you’d like a sample and want more information, check out suissebeaute.myarbonne.com
Email – SwissSkye@myarbonne.com
The year was 2001 at 8:15 in the morning sometime during my maternity leave.
How quiet this morning breaks, your breaths inaudible except for the gentle rise of the soft pink quilt wrapped around your tiny self. The diffused light glows around your profile illuminating your round perfect cheeks and rosebud mouth. Your arms sprung, palms up, sleeping in secure slumber. My dearest baby girl how I love you so my heart aches with desire and hope for your future. How hard it is to not gather you into my arms and hold you close drinking your warmth into my very soul – stopping the rapt passage of time if only for that brief blessed moment. – Mommy