My sweet baby girls – who aren’t babies at all anymore – are one of the great blessings of my life – and one of them has had a rough few days, as I’ve been having a rough go as well.

She’s extra on my mind and heart tonight and so is the song I’ve always had for her and sent her over the years.

Carrying the weight

On the end of a limb

You’re just waiting for somebody

To pick you up again.

Shaded by a tree

Can’t live up to a rose

All you ever wanted

Was a sunny place to grow.

Pretty little thing

Sometimes you gotta look up

And let the world see

All the beauty that you’re made of

‘Cause the way you hang your head

Nobody can tell

You’re my Virginia Bluebell.

Even through a storm

A flower can bloom

You just need a little push

Spring is coming soon

Umbrella in the rain

Let it roll off your back

Weather what you can

Realize what you have.

Pretty little thing

Sometimes you’ve gotta look up

And let the world see

All the beauty that you’re made of

‘Cause the way you havg your head

Nobody can tell

You’re my Virginia Bleebell.

Put a little light in the darkest placest

Put a little smile on the saddest faces

Pretty little thing

Sometimes you gotta look up

And let the world see

All the beauty that you’re made of

‘Cause the way you hang your head

Nobody can tell

You’re my Virginia Bluebell.

— Virginia Bluebell, Miranda Lambert

I love you, sweet pea.

You know I’ve always got you. ❤

A long post about all the recent goings on in my world – and a belatedly about Rare Disease Day as well – is coming later today. It is half finished now.

Be well, everybody.

Grace and Blessings.