Five Minute Friday. Five minutes of writing prompted by one word:
Her growing baby voice calls from across the hall again this morning. I keep my eyes closed for just a moment longer and swallow down the desire to sleep. Again this morning, like every morning for the past ten months, I pray for joy and patience and peace for our day. And it begins. Again.
She’s standing up at the end of the crib, smiling again this morning when her mama greets her. Pick her up. Walk down the hall as she bounces happily on my hip. Bread into the toaster. Grab a banana.
Breakfast again this morning. Sitting together on one side of the table. Gulping coffee while she learns to eat like a big girl. A meal together–again.
Put her in the floor to play. Pick up around the kitchen. Check in on social media. Again.
Today is another day for me and the little at home. Sometimes I don’t want to do the again. But a sweet voice whispers to my heart, “These agains are the building of her life–the slow, steady building of a little girl’s world of love and stability.”
And my soul believes that. Truly accepts that. So we will continue to savor the agains.