La Vida Dulce: Eat Or Be Eaten

I'm a wife, mom and blogger;

Coffee drinker, baker, and jogger.

I don't swim in the sea.

Or make potpourri

I like pizza with a good lager.

I'm a c-sections survivor.

The mother, the gardner, the driver;

A maid, and a groomer,

(Have I said coffee consumer?)

I'm not the best, but I try-ver.

I'm the homeschool professor.

And, my desk is a mess-er.

A guitar player who cooks.

A reader of books,

I'm early to rise I confess-er.

From laundry is my constant flee.

My van is chock full of debris.

I mow the lawn,

Walk our dogs in the dawn-

Only after two-cups of coffee.

Like you, I do many things.

But its Christ who gives me the wings,

To press on when life's hard,

Knowing He will stand guard.

His love is what makes my heart sing.

Among titles, no more am I "slave":

For Christ overcame that dark grave,

In Him I am free,

To be who He's called me to be.

And that's the short story of me.

~La Vida Coffee Gal

(Galatians 5:1)

La Vida Dulce