A poem dedicted to my daughter.

The Life of an Epileptic

We are a unique breed
To be normal is all we plead.
For that wish runs away,
Because our true nature will haunt us till our last day.

For some, hope stays,
But for others, from this path we cannot stray.
For death to us is near,
For we do not know how long we may be here.

Because all it takes is one,
For our lives to be done.
For some the near death experience is real,
And for those the scars will never heal.

For this thing we can barely control,
And on us and others, it takes a toll.
For all we can do is guess and hope for the best,
And pray that God will take care of the rest.

For this is the life of an Epileptic,
For this is my cross to carry, and I accept it.

Written by: Aaron A.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

New tags....

These were both made for me by Sam Scraps!!
Thanks so much, hun!! They are georgous!!!!

New kit in stores now....

A great kit for all those spooky pics from a nite of trick or treating!!
39 elements and 15 papers!
I hope you like this one!!
Personal and S4H/S4O use.

Mia and new stores

Sorry, I have been mia for a bit. Have moved three times since the first of june, but I am back now.

I have also been accepted into two new stores:

Keep watching for new kits and goodies!!!