My favorite things flash before my eyes every single day. The smells of my children (three of my all time favorite people) fresh from the shower or running in from outside coated in sweat and dirt and grass and happiness. They make me crazy, make me smile, make me delighted with their observations, their personalities, their ways of seeing the world. The way they look at different times of the day catches me off guard and drops a rock in my chest; I am captivated by their beauty.
A phrase or two lofted by my beloved ranks high on my list. Could be any from a long list of small jokes and inner references. From “Steve,” to “thinking about cheese.” These small, meaningless, seemingly careless combinations of letters sing to me.
The reason why these are my favorites is because they are so big, so encompassing, so grand in their scope. No, my children aren’t giants, neither is their dad, although he is tall. It’s that every phrase, every facial expression, every whiff of clean child calls forth some memory from deep within. Some I think about every day. Others come forward like a surprise, a deer dashing across the road at midnight. And I step on the brakes, breathless, staring in wonder.
*Five Minute Fridays are short prompts given by The Gypsy Mama every….Friday! The idea is to stop the inner critic and let loose on the keyboard for five minutes. It’s been fun to see how each week different women write so many diverse thoughts from one simple phrase. I have also enjoyed seeing how quickly an idea of what to write zips into my mind, and my fingers fly. Try it.