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 root.
There is something I have worked on giving you, and that's roots.
Roots in this home, roots in our family dance, roots in how we flow through this life.
Roots to come back to, roots to feel safe in, roots that feel like us.
Roots that provide comfort, roots that provide care, roots that provide ease.
Roots that you know deeply, roots that you recognize, roots that feel right to us.
I fully realize that one day, you need to plant yourself somewhere else.
I know you need to go and be.
But I will be right here when you need to feel reminded of how simple it can be to just come home.
I will water your dried and tired roots, because you water mine now.
I will feed you and give you the air you need to breathe again because you fill my lungs full.
I never realized until I met you how important this life full of flowers would be to me.
I never realized how much I needed this traditional life and how full I would be from it.
I never realized how mothering you needed to be a part of my story and part of my purpose.
I never realized how much I needed to be rooted in our home, our family, our love and grace.
I love you my littles, I will protect your roots until you are ready to take care of your own wonderful pot of soil.