Living With Glitter

You either read the title like this:

Living With Glitter!!!

Or this:

living with glitter...

Unfortunately, I am the latter - My fears consist of snakes covered in glitter crawling all over me in a smart car full of people touching me on an icy highway.  

It's unfortunate that I am this way because I've got a little girl whose got a love of sparkles and many a dresses chalk full of them. I actually mistakingly even bought her one myself (GASP!). Not realizing there was loose sparkles on the bottom, I had her wear it for her birthday party and I only much too late in the game noticed sparkles everywhere, EVERYWHERE!! After the party was over I vacuumed the couches to no avail and swept/mopped with the same outcome. 

But alas... princesses need sparkly things, and this Queen has finally succumbed to the notion (somewhat) that her little girl will in fact live a childhood of sparkly things. 

Of course, she will also live a childhood full of dirt-covered blue jeans as well...

Heaven's slice is moderation in all things.

How does she?

Some of you may be wondering-

Where does she come up with this stuff and how does she have the time to keep up with this bloggin thing?

Well let me tell you.

I get inspired/prompted in my thoughts. These promptings come into my mind a majority of the time as I'm doing housework - cooking cleaning, dejunking, organizing etc. Sometimes they come as I'm on a long drive or at night as I'm feeding my baby about to drift off into sleep. A title or a question will pop up and it will enforce my brain to start searching for my truth in the matter. From there I draw upon my faith, my humour, and my daily life living to come up with an outline. Sometimes too, it comes from a struggle I have, and as I overcome it to find peace I feel the prompting to share my insights. I then start writing it... in my head.

Yep, tis all in my head. How do I remember my titles and outline let alone all the sentences?! Well, this is how I see it- I was divinely inspired to start this blog, so if He wants me to keep that particular post I have written in my mind, I will remember it by the time I get a chance to be on the keyboard. If it's not important, I will forget it. No harm, no foul.

But how do you find the time to type? When my littles are asleep or my dear husband has a chance to watch them for me. Sometimes as my baby is sleeping and my 2  3 year old is watching a cartoon I sneak off and type, checking on her every so often. I type pretty fast, so I'm somewhat efficient that way. I have a number of drafted posts that I just have to read over and tweak, so it's easy to quickly hit publish to a post for the week.

Also, as you may have noticed, my "weekly posts"consist of any day from a Monday to a Sunday. So the pressure isn't set on a particular day of the week in case something comes up; for instance my hubby hasn't had a chance to read it. (he reads every one before it gets published.)

Heaven's slice is finding quiet moments to be inspired.

I thought I was heavy.

I can still remember it quite vividly - the sudden jolting rumble of the texas gate against the tires that woke me from a dream-filled slumber. We were home and I was oh so tired. The dimly lit moon and stars stared at me through the window as I shut my unbelieving eyes. May be we wouldn't be home, may be we had a little farther to drive, may be I could stay sleeping, may be... the second texas gate hit. Yep, we were definitely home. The thought of having to drop out from the car door and walk into the house, take my shoes off and walk again to my room had me silently angrily irritated. But alas, I had my parents...a knowingly selfish decision was made. I shall pretend to be still sleeping, so my parents will have to carry me. They will take off my shoes and lay me ever-so gently into my bed stripping me of my coat. I thought I was heavy to carry, and I felt kinda bad to be doing this... but a sleepy mind is a selfish one. I was doing it. They opened the door and whispered my name. I did not move. They gently unbuckled and slipped me out in a koala bear embrace. My shoes were taken off, my coat too, and I was placed in my comfortingly familiar bed.

I thought I was heavy... and then I had children of my own.

Carrying a sleeping child into their bed from the car envokes the most tenderest of feelings. It's indescribable. They are dead weight in your arms, yet they are anything but heavy. They are absolutely beautiful; their fluttering eyelids and deep slow breaths about take yours away. You get to pretend even for a moment that they are your baby again and it's just... heaven.



Heaven's slice is carrying a sleeping child to bed.

Dear Junior High Self,

If a magical make-believe set of events occurs in which you find yourself reading this letter on the internet on a website called www.heavensslice.blogspot.ca, I just want to tell you a few things -

First things first:
I'm you in 2016. This is my thing called a blog, it's like a free personal/public website thingy. It's a place where I type stuff and make it available for anyone to read on the internet. I know your time is precious so I'll try to be quick, as you're probably reading this during computer class because dial up at home is so slow it would be almost impossible to read it there... On second thought, you're reading a website 15+ years into the future soooo may be that is a possibility...?

Some hope:
I know you have somewhat frequently wondered ever-so hopelessly if anyone finds you pretty. You feel ugly and fat (future you HATES that word) a lot of the time and wonder if you'll ever have a boyfriend or if any boy likes you, let alone loves you... I'm here to tell you. well. none of that stuff really matters, so you can stop your fretting because you end up marrying a total HOTTIE!!!!!! -

I'm for real. This is your future husband. And yes, that is a cowboy hat. Still don't believe me?

Here's some wedding pics as proof (ps - you get married in the temple, yay!)

Oh my heck DID YOU JUST FAINT?!!!

You back in conscionness again? K good. Ya, he's so hot right?! And he absolutely adores you too. Seriously, the best partner, lover, and friend you've been dreaming of plus more.

Since you fainted I probably shouldn't show you this... but I'm going to anyways because you've just got to take a look at them!

Yep, you made those!!! I'm not even sorry you fainted again lol ( "LOL" stands for "laugh out loud") . Aren't they the cutest creatures you ever did see?!

Glad I could make your day Julie. Catch ya in 2016 ;)   <--- that's a winking smiley face FYI (I know you had a hard time figuring that out for a while.)



Love,
yourself


PS - Try to forget this letter and just live your life doing what you know to be right and correcting your mistakes along the way. You'll end up here eventually and can enjoy this special family of yours  soon enough ;) Keep the faith my dear and hold fast to that iron rod!



Heavens slice is seeing your life from the past's eyes.