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About tiffanyquirion

I am a wife, a mother, an artist and lover of God.

Motherhood

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For this subject…I could share without limit the utter joy and shear fulfillment of being a mother. Is there anything else on earth that quite compares to this unique relationship? A mother is eternally intertwined with this other precious person…this little soul that grew inside of you (miraculous!) or whom has been birthed in one’s own heart through adoption.

Their giggles…I will never stop loving my child’s giggle, and I pray there will not be one day in their life that that beautiful melodious bubbling will ever cease.

Their expressions. Those impertinent, joyful, heartbroken, listless, exuberant, heart catching facial features, that twist and mold into a roller coaster of transformations. I. LOVE. Their. Expressions.

The sweetness in my eldest son. The little toddler who is wiser than his years and totally unaware of it, who toddles up to me and says things so sweet it puts the honeybees to shame.  Things like, “Mommy you are so beauful. I love you frew stars and frew moon and frew sun and frew univers…”, *pauses for a breath and deep heart-melting sigh,…”Annnnd back.” My son. I LOVE who you are.

My youngest. My baby boy. He has most tantalizing cornflower blue eyes. Something I never thought I would be privileged to see considering my dark brown pair. He never fails to smile in return. Perhaps BEAM is a more accurate assessment. He really is my little sunshine. So overflowing with LIFE. Babies ooze life…if “ooze” is not too casual and inappropriate a word.  It just encompasses how I see them. It is like a honey river flowing out of them, strange as it sounds. You cannot escape the miracle that they are. It is like they are constant reminders of the greatest Reality many ignore. Something BEAUTIFUL created this miraculous BEAUTIFUL. My Creator.  My Big Papa. And I know it was not me. The only role I had to play, was the heart for being mother to these perfect precious children and sharing the joy of raising them with the Love of my Life (my Husband).

I love seeing my children. I CANNOT get enough of my children. I said this the day my first son was born, despite the comments from well meaning relatives that eventually my passion for their presence would die amongst the “3am feedings” and endless “poopy diapers”. I STILL cannot get enough of them. Never have, never will. Their presence is an ever present reminder of the redemption I have experienced in my own life. How I have been given second chances. Third chances.  Countless chances. To see. To breathe. To feel. To embrace and hold onto this little miracle knowing someday they will go out and make the world a better place because of the One that created them. The One who gave me more chances than I deserved and still continues to. The one who took a helpless child, and created something extraordinary out of her: a mother of generations. A mother of many.

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“Dear Eloise…”

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Dear Eloise,                                                                            March 19th, 2012

            Spring has arrived, my darling- not officially to be sure, but in my heart I feel the warmth of the sun once more upon us. I foresee all frozen earth melting into puddles of life once more, and summer’s hearth is but a blink in absence.

            Another year has passed, and our anniversary is coming up again. It is strange to think time has elapsed at all sometimes. But it has and it does. Your father and I know so well now, that Time is the ever ebbing tide we must bear here and now, but not forever.  

           My beloved child…so often I have thought about what I would say to you now. So I simply will say it, without holding back. I am so proud of who you are. I never knew how God had chosen to bless me with your life. You are something I could not have imagined as wonderful if I happened to try. I still feel your presence daily even with you off on your happy adventures, and my heart swells so much with missing you it inevitably cuts my breath every time. You know, your brothers would be so happy to see you now and all that you have become.

         I must tell you that your father wants you to know how beautiful you are and that you will always be Papa’s baby. No one else holds your place in his heart, you know. When you left, he never quite got over it. None of us have, really. I cannot imagine we ever will, until we have the opportunity to hug you for ourselves.

         I often think of birthdays when I think of you, my sweet love…your 5th birthday, perhaps, in particular. I would buy you bows. Beautiful hair bows. The fancy kind your grandma used to put in my hair at that age. I felt like a princess when I wore them. I had wanted you to feel the loveliest you could.

       There is so much I could say, but mostly there is so much I would do with you, had I the gift of time. No mind can conceive what it is to share in the life of a daughter. My heart aches with longing to share in your life now. That beating for you shall never cease.

        I feel like I had you for a lifetime that was stolen, but in fact it was weeks I had you and our future is what we have. Not now. I know. But someday, when my life is complete here, I will meet you where you are now. And I will never stop looking forward to that day. I will finally hold you as I never did. I promise we will celebrate your birthday my baby girl and I will give you the most regal bows God has in heaven.  Papa wants to dance the “father daughter” dance with you he will miss at your wedding. You always are his princess.  Sometimes I think, at least Papa will be spared, “giving you away” that day, as I am pretty sure, with how much he loves you, it would be heartbreak to see you go.

      Lastly, I just want to thank you for you- for the beautiful little person you are. Thank you my baby, for sharing with us your sweet life. I will never stop thanking God for giving us you. It was so short a heartbeat here on earth, but it left an imprint of your soul on our lives for all eternity. We are forever yours, and you will always be our baby girl. Always and forever,

                          Love,

                               Mama

P.S. I wrote this for you because I was inspired by this joyful burst of verse- and that’s what you are to me: my joyful burst of verse in an eternal soul.

For you my Dear One:

             “I want to jump and shout aloud in gratitude at having been allowed to live in this world, sharing with all its creatures the blessed gift of life.”                                                                                                        

                                                                                            -Malcolm Muggeridge

IN MEMORY of our beloved child, Eloise, who though never walked this earth, was welcomed with a grateful heart into her mother’s womb and was taken to meet her loving Creator October 14th, 2010- making heaven ever a more joyful place.

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Dear Eloise,                                                                            March 19th, 2012

            Spring has arrived, my darling- not officially to be sure, but in my heart I feel the warmth of the sun once more upon us. I foresee all frozen earth melting into puddles of life once more, and summer’s hearth is but a blink in absence.

            Another year has passed, and our anniversary is coming up again. It is strange to think time has elapsed at all sometimes. But it has and it does. Your father and I know so well now, that Time is the ever ebbing tide we must bear here and now, but not forever.  

           My beloved child…so often I have thought about what I would say to you now. So I simply will say it, without holding back. I am so proud of who you are. I never knew how God had chosen to bless me with your life. You are something I could not have imagined as wonderful if I happened to try. I still feel your presence daily even with you off on your happy adventures, and my heart swells so much with missing you it inevitably cuts my breath every time. You know, your brothers would be so happy to see you now and all that you have become.

         I must tell you that your father wants you to know how beautiful you are and that you will always be Papa’s baby. No one else holds your place in his heart, you know. When you left, he never quite got over it. None of us have, really. I cannot imagine we ever will, until we have the opportunity to hug you for ourselves.

         I often think of birthdays when I think of you, my sweet love…your 5th birthday, perhaps, in particular. I would buy you bows. Beautiful hair bows. The fancy kind your grandma used to put in my hair at that age. I felt like a princess when I wore them. I had wanted you to feel the loveliest you could.

       There is so much I could say, but mostly there is so much I would do with you, had I the gift of time. No mind can conceive what it is to share in the life of a daughter. My heart aches with longing to share in your life now. That beating for you shall never cease.

        I feel like I had you for a lifetime that was stolen, but in fact it was weeks I had you and our future is what we have. Not now. I know. But someday, when my life is complete here, I will meet you where you are now. And I will never stop looking forward to that day. I will finally hold you as I never did. I promise we will celebrate your birthday my baby girl and I will give you the most regal bows God has in heaven.  Papa wants to dance the “father daughter” dance with you he will miss at your wedding. You always are his princess.  Sometimes I think, at least Papa will be spared, “giving you away” that day, as I am pretty sure, with how much he loves you, it would be heartbreak to see you go.

      Lastly, I just want to thank you for you- for the beautiful little person you are. Thank you my baby, for sharing with us your sweet life. I will never stop thanking God for giving us you. It was so short a heartbeat here on earth, but it left an imprint of your soul on our lives for all eternity. We are forever yours, and you will always be our baby girl. Always and forever,

                          Love,

                               Mama

P.S. I wrote this for you because I was inspired by this joyful burst of verse- and that’s what you are to me: my joyful burst of verse in an eternal soul.

For you my Dear One:

             “I want to jump and shout aloud in gratitude at having been allowed to live in this world, sharing with all its creatures the blessed gift of life.”                                                                                                        

                                                                                            -Malcolm Muggeridge

IN MEMORY of our beloved child, Eloise, who though never walked this earth, was welcomed with a grateful heart into her mother’s womb and was taken to meet her loving Creator October 14th, 2010- making heaven ever a more joyful place.

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Child like love

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Is there something as delightful as hearing your child call you? With eyes wide in eager expectation and the slap-happy toothless grin plastered across their chubby face, what more could a parent ask for than the love of their child?

I  discoverd myself in a new realm I did not know existed, when I became a mother. There is a heart attachment to your children with this undeniable knowledge of it nothing can sever. We understand this kind of love- any sane parent with a healthy love for their child could comprehend. I love this verse from Isaiah 49:15

“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!”

Beautiful reminder God cannot forget his love for us any more than we could forget or abandon our love for our own children.

Love is…

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     Love is made up of so many things.

It is often lost, or misunderstood, or not given another chance.

There is a love that takes one’s breath away, leaves one listless and surrenders itself utterly and completely. 

There is hopeless love and helpless love, but never heartless love.

Love without heart is not love but confusion.

Love is not a feeling but rather evokes “feelings”.

 Love is a choice, an action, an oath. 

It is unconditional, unihibited, truthful and upright.

It leaves no room for disappointment.

Love incorporates sacrifice.

Love waits.

Love never leaves.

Love never shifts or changes unwittingly.

Love does not abandon.

Love caresses, cares, keeps, holdsfast, longs for, breathes for, dies for.

 It is essential.

It is all that really matters afterall.