Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on crowd.
There are times, there are so many times, these walls feels crowded. I am trying to make dinner, and finish up work, and get tomorrow ready, and be there for you...and you, you're just screaming at our feet for attention, or to "help" or to play, or you want a snack, or you need a drink and Mia is barking because the crowding and noise is too much for 14 year old puppy ears. And in my head, I am screaming that the crowding feels suffocating. It's all too much, and for the love of god GO ANYWHERE ELSE.
And then, I remember.
I remember how little your face is. I remember how little your voice is.
I remember that in a heart beat, the crowd will be gone.
The quiet will be suffocating and the quiet will drive me to my knees.
I remember that you just want to be around me, and that too is fleeting.
So, I'll scoop you up. I'll bring over two chairs and we can make dinner together. Let's crowd in and be a family. Let's create a crowd and memories that we will all hold on to.
Let's be crowded...together.