Every Friday we unite for five minutes. 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 follow.
We met, and I followed your lead.
You took my hand and led me to normal,
we met, and you followed me home.
To a place I was terrified to be as a kid,
and needed to prove myself as an adult.
We brought them here and they follow us everywhere.
He is your little buddy, your shadow.
He can't get enough of you.
She wants to be just like me, even to a fault.
Our hope is that they don't always follow the crowd,
that they find their own road to go down.
That they are able to lead when needed.
Our hope is that they follow their hearts but listen to their minds.
Have a good balance of what feels right and what makes sense.
Follow what feels right.
My hope, is that we all continue to follow love.
We met and led and followed each other through storms and blue skies.
We met and it all began.