I have a new baby. A girl. Six days old today. She smells delicious.

So five minutes is about all I’ve got these days.

Five minutes to just write, and not worry if it’s just right or not. Kind of like how the rest of my life is at the moment.

Want to join me?

1. Write for only five minutes.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Go leave some comment love for the five minuter
who linked up before you.

It’s liberating; give it a try and see.

And there’s this beautiful reminder from DaySpring of how much you are loved for one of you. (Heather won the Faith art last week).

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:

Waking Up….


GO

I remember this feeling. In the warm dark, eyes fuzzy with sleep, and an urgency prompting me to sit up regardless. My heart hears her before my ears do. And when I remember she’s here, that she’s wanting me, it’s easy to rouse myself and reach for her.

She smells of all things sacred. Fresh from heaven she sleeps beside me. And I go to bed waiting for her to wake. So that I can be the one to go to her.

STOP

My head and fingers are a little slow these days; that’s all five minutes bought me.

OK, your turn – show me what you’ve got.
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