I’m trying something new today, friends. It’s a little scary and a lot intimidating, but I’m starting to realize that dreams won’t take flight when wings are folded up behind your back. So, today I’m letting them open up a bit.
I first heard about Lisa-Jo Baker while at Allume a couple of weeks ago. Apparently I’m the only blogger who hasn’t been following this “Gypsy Mama”, because it seemed that everyone I ran into gasped, “Do YOU do Five Minute Fridays?! Ohma’gosh, you tooootally should!”
My eyebrows no doubt pushed into nicely defined forehead wrinkles at that point, because I was clueless. What in the world is a “Five Minute Friday”?
Turns out it’s a pretty cool idea. Lisa-Jo offers a one-word prompt and asks her readers to ponder it and then write for ONLY 5 minutes on that topic. We’re not supposed to edit or over-think it. We’re just supposed to write. (EEK! Release a rough draft into the world?! That breaks all kinds of rules!!)
Afterward we link up, read each other’s writings, and offer encouragement. Who doesn’t need a little of that?
So here goes… the word today is “Stay.” I’m setting my timer…
Her visits always seemed to be too short. Her hugs, never long enough.
My grandparents lived 12 hours and 5 states away from our small home on Belden Avenue, and whenever they made the trek I cringed to see the calendar days peel away and land on the floor near their boots and my tears.
“How long can you stay this time?” I would ask.
“Oh, honey…probably about a week. We’ll see,” she would answer.
I held up a fistful of chubby fingers and calculated what that meant, exactly. Seven days. Seven days to squeeze in all my stories and gather up my kisses and listen to stories and play the games we only played with grandma and grandpa.
Their presence in my life, while only occupying a sliver of time in the scheme of my days, brought such glitter and sparkle that I couldn’t help but be drawn to it — to them — like a puppy wagging expectantly at the door. Like a child with nose pressed up against frosted Christmas glass.
But I guess it had to be enough. Their love had to last all year. Until they could stay…again.
(YIKES!! That is NOT a lot of time!!)
You can read other posts in this series HERE.