Joining up with Lisa-Jo @ Gypsy Mama for another Five Minute Friday!
"On Fridays a group of folk meet here for a free writing exercise.
Just 5 minutes. On the prompt that’s posted here just after midnight early Friday morning. Want to know more – check out the Five Minute Friday back story over here.
And every week I feature a favorite Five Minute Friday post by one of you over there in my side bar. It never ceases to amaze me the creative collaboration that can come from all of us writing on just one word.
Want to join our favorite free writing exercise of the week? It’s easy peasy:
- Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt: “Story” with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
- Link back here and invite others to join in.
- 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..
She always has a story ~
And she's always wanting to share it ~
With anyone who will listen ~
Because she loves people. All people. Even when they don't always love her back. She might be confused and hurt and not understand why, but that hasn't stopped her from greeting this world with a smile, a squeeze and an exuberant kiss. She grabs life by the hand and skips away into each day.
Yes, she's my little girl and I'm a more than a little bit biased...
But I learn so much from watching her live her story. For for Elsie Mae, every day is a like a treasure chest filled to the brim with dress-up clothes of exciting ideas, opportunities and adventures to mix, match, try-on and, of course, then model for her mama. I'm humbled by how easily she remembers to liberally thank Jesus for the so many little things that make her smile one of my most common sights of each day... How could we have known when we gave her a name meaning "My God is Bountiful" that she would literally make that a part of her story, EVERY. SINGLE. DAY?
She wakes up most mornings asking me in her always slightly husky and throaty (well, unless she's high-pitched screaming or squealing with joy, excitement... and occasionally anger) voice what fun I think she'll find today.
And then she goes on to play in the sand wearing nothing but her panties, to tell stories and re-enact the movie "Spirit" with little toy figures, to spy on the baby hedgehogs suckling from their mama in the storage room by the carport, to chatter away as we cut up tomatoes and other goodies for homemade salsa, to practice reading- expressing redundant phonetic-based stories with delightful enthusiasm, and to greet each friend (for "...everyone's my friend, right Mama?") who stops by with a wide embrace plus her enchantingly mischevious sparkly-eyed grin, ready to share her important story of that moment whether or not her listener understands English or her Elsie Mae-isms.
Then as she heads to bed at night, she softly lays her head against my shoulder and whispers with a sleepy smile... "Dream sweet, Mama."
I reply, "You too, love ~"
"Today was fun! My sleep stories are gonna be sweet t'night!..." as she meanders down the hallway to her room where she snuggles in next to one of her sisters....