The Patchwork Heart

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.

of grief.

of joy.

of happiness.

of sadness.

of challenges.

of faith.

of family.

of friendship.

of pain.

of secrets.

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

and hurts

and kisses

and laughter

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

little stitch.

Thoughts and Heart by me.  Happy valentines Day.

XOXO

Danielle