Thursday, December 16, 2010

I Still Feel You

I Still Feel You
By: Mark D. Taylor

I still feel you all around me in quite moments when I wake
Your laugh and smile are with me
In every sunset mother nature takes

Sitting, laughing, crying and talking late into the night
I remember you my brother
Together, your illness and it's demons, we vowed to always fight

I still feel your acceptance and the love you always gave to me
You taught me about forgiveness and told me I was tough
Then carried me when I was bleeding in places no one else could see

You shared your thoughts of God, his understanding ways
Then exercised more faith in expressing honest doubt
Never really losing the Son’s warmest rays.

I still feel your acceptance and love never feign
We confided in each other
We shared a common pain

I can still feel you my brother, your wisdom and embrace
I thought that I could save you, and hope you will forgive
My failure to act differently, to change your course and pace

I remember you existed, long before you came
I know you would have stayed if you could undue the past, even with you gone
Your forever in my heart, my brother, friend and confidant, always just the same

In loving Memory of my brother Sean D. Taylor
Sean, I kept a piece of you when you left this world;
and you took a piece of me with you. I miss you Paco!

Lesson Learned!

 I was looking through pictures today so that I can FINALLY update my blog and I found these pictures that were taken at the beginning of the year.

I LOVE these pictures...they make me smile and laugh every time I see them!  I remember the moment so well.  The giggling and laughing so hard that you can't breath, the squeals of my cute delighted children, the physical energy it takes to (try) and man-handle a twelve year old boy and the pure joy of just being silly with my kids!

It all started when we were in the kitchen and Matt said something that made me so full of motherly pride that I said, "Matt, you just made me so happy I want to kiss you!"  Being a twelve year old boy, he immediately objected which only made me want to kiss him more!  

As I leaned over to smooch him on the cheek he pushed me away and yelled for his siblings to come to his defense.  I chased after him, unwilling to be defeated, only to be met by "The Band of Taylor's".  I put up a great fight but, in the end, my lonesome self was not enough to overcome  the force of brothers and sisters working together to overtake their mom!  Secretly I think I was just laughing so hard I couldn't fight anymore!

Somewhere amidst all this, Mark found the camera and started snapping away.  We were all oblivious to the photo shoot, but grateful to have the memories!

The problem...I don't remember what Matt said that was so wonderful I just had to KISS him! 


One thing my kids need to learn:  In the end Mom ALWAYS wins!!! 

Later that night I had Mark hide the camera behind his back and call Matt into the room as if he needed to talk to him.  I pretended to be preoccupied, then turned around and STOLE MY KISS!

Anyway, my lesson immediately...or you'll forget!!!