I think by Friday often we only have about five minutes worth of writing left in us.
So, around here, we spend them wisely. On lots of words and layers of meaning that haven’t been edited. We just write. For five minutes flat. That’s how Five Minute Friday was born. Want to play? It’s fun. And it’s never too late to link up. Also? My friend Sara whipped up this super awesome button for the occasion! You can grab the code over there in the right side bar.
1. Write for only five minutes.
2. Link back here and invite others to play along.
3. Go salute the five minute artist who linked up before you.
OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on the prompt:
When I look in the mirror, I see…
I see a belly that can’t possibly be mine and a baby I can’t believe we’re about to have. A girl. Will she learn to love her womanhood or will she get lost in the labyrinth en route like her mother did? I see a face both older and younger than I feel and a missing tooth. I see the roots of harmony and hair dye and the pale skin both my sons inherited. I see very little space left for breath below my rib cage, so full as it is with baby’s toes.
I see a woman. I see a wife. I see a mother.
I see my mother in my crooked smile that curves always higher up to the left than the right.
I see contentment hard won and joy that layers over the worry. I see the blue eyes I inherited from my Grandpa and the eyebrow quirk I got from my dad. I see tired and happy at the same time. I wonder what Jesus sees as he grows this life with me and we count the days down to meeting the baby girl that still surprises me.
I see life.
Both inside and out.
(That was five minutes flat and I added the links in afterwards.)
OK, show me what you got: