On Fridays over here a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
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Today’s 5 minutes is on Perspective.
i am awakened by big chunky baby thighs draped across me, my five-year old’s nose pressed squarely on mine. i am uncomfortable and want to stretch, yet I barely breathe in an effort not to stir them.
they roll around on the floor tangled in each other, laughs, hysterics, joyfullness, there is not a care in the world. i need to interrupt them because of a plan, but i give it a minute as to not stir them.
they are twisting in circles, arms stretched wide, often bumping into each other, giggles, squeals, i want to tell them to “be careful”, “don’t hurt yourselves” but i give it a minute…
big sister has captured the attention of the younger siblings. they snuggle in close as she reads the exciting part of their favorite story…they’ve heard it a dozen times. i want to give them a ten minute warning that it is bedtime but the looks on their faces, the warmness of them being together causes me not to stir them.