Birth. . .

. . .Amidst the brilliant hues of all existence, the essence of womanhood circumscribed. Within the commencement of life, an amazing yet painstaking interlude vividly unfolds. Eternal redemption awaits, while innocence endures the mystical journey of nascency. A divine interlude of extraordinary eminence, pronounced by the birth of a child.** I sure hope I've peaked the interest of my fellow bloggers, atleast enough to get a comment, or two. . .maybe three? LOL! Ok, I won't push my luck. Rearing teenagers these days' is seriously the hardest job I've ever had. Any takers? Be my guest, I'll share. God knows I could use the help, not to mention the R & R. Reality check, R & R? My children would bark at the thought of mom getting some rest and relaxation. Actually this is my get away. . .while the kiddoes sleep (knock on wood).