Your the glue baby girl.... I don't want to be the glue, no, I don't. I have had enough of being the hold-it-all-together girl. Cause I stink at it. But here I am. And here is what I know about glue. It's sticky and messy and yielding and giving. It allows for movement and readjustment until all the pieces fit just right. And it takes it's place in the seams. Filling them in oh so tightly. Holding all it's lovely pieces together because that is what it is made for. And when it finally sets, it looses its own color. It is transparent. Allowing all it's pieces to shine. Because its glue. It's the bond. And it's purpose is important. It is the strength. The backbone. What I am called to in this beautiful fragmented family of mine. All the pieces. All. Nothing left behind. Thankful.