Imagine
Joining Lisa-Jo today for Five Minute Friday!
Early morning. Sun is shining and yet it is only 6:30. I hear him playing quietly in the family room. Building his trains. He loves those trains. I ever so quietly get out of bed and peak around the corner into our family room. Benefits of apartment living, you see each room.
He is building. Concentrating on each track. Trying to not wake his little brother who is sleeping in our room.
Later in the morning we go for a walk. A walk filled will sunlight, open pathways and the smell of honeysuckles. Reminds me of my childhood. He is red-faced and sweating but is thoroughly enjoying holding my hand and walking with me. He smiles up at me and I capture that moment in time silently.
I don't want to forget these little years. This time spent raising warriors. This time spent intentionally with them. I can imagine these years one day will only be memories in photo books. On our walls. In our hearts.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
Early morning. Sun is shining and yet it is only 6:30. I hear him playing quietly in the family room. Building his trains. He loves those trains. I ever so quietly get out of bed and peak around the corner into our family room. Benefits of apartment living, you see each room.
He is building. Concentrating on each track. Trying to not wake his little brother who is sleeping in our room.
Later in the morning we go for a walk. A walk filled will sunlight, open pathways and the smell of honeysuckles. Reminds me of my childhood. He is red-faced and sweating but is thoroughly enjoying holding my hand and walking with me. He smiles up at me and I capture that moment in time silently.
I don't want to forget these little years. This time spent raising warriors. This time spent intentionally with them. I can imagine these years one day will only be memories in photo books. On our walls. In our hearts.
