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 small.
Small, it's the only way to physically describe you.
Small, tiny faces and fingers and toes.
This small person that I have put here. This small heart beat that I got to carry inside of me. Small baby kicks, and hiccups, small movements that made everything so big.
You entered into this world and you made our world all about small.
A small world, all ours.
What I love most watching you, is how small your face still is and I wonder, will you always look this small to me? When you are carrying your own weight, will I still look over and see my two tiny faces that were wrapped in small?