musings this little one.

a tiny and bright thread.

she was added to the loom of my life many months back.

and slowly, carefully, remarkably, has been woven into the very fabric of my being.

bit by bit.

in small moments of the day.

tiny strokes and stitches.  most of which, unnoticeable at the time.

seemingly insignificant.

but when you stand back, you see it.

it is amazing.

you realize that that you are changed.

richer.

more vibrant.

yes, you are still you.

but you look different.

hues have been illuminated.

your threads are interwoven, creating a new fabric.

a fresh appearance.

something altered.

something true.

something lovely.