Showing posts with label Five minute Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Five minute Friday. Show all posts

Friday, February 3, 2012

Five Minute Friday: Real

Real. My boys are screaming, and we are in meltdown mode. When I'm trying my hardest not to scream back.

My life is full of real moments, sometimes they seem surreal. I like to cherish the real moments, knowing that someday I will look back and laugh, missing my rambunctious two year old and his spunky attitude.

*time out*

Real, like the moment I just had, trying to sit down and focus on my five minutes of writing. Suddenly I hear a cry from the next room and my husband calls me. My real life, I can't even get five minutes to write. :)

Sometimes I wish I had five minutes to myself, and then I remember that sweet smile I get, and the hugs, and I realize that if I truly had five minutes all to myself, I may start to miss them. I take a lesson from my real life and learn, maybe I should keep my writing, even if it is just five minutes, until those boys are asleep in bed.



We are linking up over at Gypsy Mama.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Five Minute Friday - Tender



Tender - When my littlest one falls asleep on me, like he used toeveryday when he was even smaller.

Tender - When my little milk monster, while learning to stand, falls over, and sits waiting for me, arms outstretched, till we can nestle in on the couch and nurse his ouchies away.

Tender - When my precious cookie monster falls and my husband runs faster then I do, just to pick him up and cuddle him till he feels better.

Tender - When at the end of the day we all just collapse together to snuggle and read stories, and the big boy gently rubs the little boys head and says "Kisses milk monster"
(Don't mind the mess please, it was baby led weaning dinner :D)

Tender - When my sweet almost 3 year old comes up to me and for the first time says "Mama, I love you"

Tender - When my boys remind me of the love Jesus must have for us, because my love for them is so big I don't know how it could be any bigger.

I see the tenderness in my husband eyes when he comforts our boys, and I see tenderness when my big boy so sweetly pats my little boys back with me.



Linking up over at Gypsy Mama
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