Gold

Are the tips of the leaves gold

From the setting sun

Or the turning seasons

Summer

To 

Fall

Does it matter

Will there ever be another moment

Just like this?

More beautiful

Less perfect 

The gold is gone now

Slipping through the branches

Like time

Slips through my fingers

But You

are the gold

In my treetop

Random post from 4/9/15 that I never posted!

I feel like I need to post this because it was the last post I drafted as a Babyatzky!!

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Today's my birthday. And I'm a mommy.

This is the first birthday where I could care less about my own birth. Instead, I am grateful for the birth of another: my son.

Jackson's birth has changed my life in so many ways. I never thought I could live so selflessly. I give him every ounce of my love, yet somehow, my heart grows more and more full each day.

Today I'm one year older but I'm also a mommy. And my life is filled with hope.