It’s a #FiveMinuteFriday!
Where a beautiful crowd spends five minutes all writing on the same topic and then sharing ‘em over here.
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..
OK, are you ready? Please give me your best five minutes on:::
We sneak off like googly eyed teenagers. Hold hands while we’re driving. The mini-van yawns wide and conspicuously absent of car seats and extra luggage. We need surprisingly little with just the two of us. And it’s so rarely just the two of us.
But this weekend, it’s us. The city spread out before us. Browsing through bookstores with no nagging children or naps. Laying on the beach without worrying about kids sunscreen and snacks and their tendency to wander to the edge of the water where they must be watched with mother’s eyes, lest they be swallowed by the sea.
But we are going back to the beginning where our story started. Before three kids, and a business, and a blog and a life laid down in layers over 14 years.
And now I’m a mom, with hands that soothe the wails of scraped knees or flip crispy edges of quesadillas just in time to fill hungry tummies. Hands that pull children close and turn pages, and clean out chunky white sippy cups long-lost under the couch.
And he’s a father. His calloused hands have worn their work on them, wrangling a living for each of us. Provision for violin lessons, and books, and a four bedroom home with a room for my mother. Provision for orthodontia and pizza nights and a quick getaway for the weekend.
But now, we’re neither. We are girl and boy. Man and wife. A connection that started our story. And now we’re remembering that before these hands did any of these things, they grasped tight and promised, ” I DO.”