5
Aug

Five Minute Friday - together

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 together.

Go.

Together is one of my favorite places to be.

One whole week a year.
I get to snuggle into my second family, and we are finally exactly where we are supposed to be.
We are together.

This year is a little more special.
This past year has brought on quite a bit of loss and I am feeling a pull towards you like you would not believe.
I am feeling a need to be right by your side.
I need to feel your warmth and laughter.
I need to hear him laugh.
I need to be hugged by your husband.
I need to tell your kids how much I love them right to their face.

Together is one of my favorite places to be.

It's the one week a year both of our husbands fall in love with our joy again.
Because we bring about a joy in each other don't we.

Together, my sweet loving friend, we created something pretty special.
We created 8 people that need each other.
Love on each other.
Love to be near each other.
Love to laugh together.
Love to play together.
Love one another.
Our love is so damn strong that even our dogs are besties.

Together is one of my favorite places to be.

I promise to soak you in.
I promise to soak in the sound of the water, the warmth of the sun, and the food.
I promise to walk with you at night.
I promise to have coffee with you in the morning.
I promise to take that first sip of magical bloody mary and praise my husband with you.

Together is one of my favorite places to be.
Because, together, my sweet loving friend, we created something pretty special.

Comments

  1. Thought I could do it on my own,
    didn't need another's favour,
    that I was just a rolling stone
    and would not give the labour
    to the offered friendships
    that would come my way.
    Yeah, life was the trip of trips,
    but I find today
    that there's no one whom I might call,
    no phoned "Remember when!".
    All is now behind the wall,
    and it's a kind of Zen
    koan that I've come so far
    to a place where no friends are.

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