Childhoodtake2!

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 when.
Go.

When I was younger, I thought I would have it all figured out by now.
When you were babies, I held you so close to drink you all in.
When I was younger, I did not imagine this life.
When you were small, I would be crushed by the little.
When I grow up...I still don't know how that sentence ends.
When you grow up, I want you to think back on us and remember love.
When I look back on just us four, they are the memories that will forever keep me warm.
When you walk out that door, you will carry our hearts with you.
When it is back to just us two, the silence will be too loud.
When I held you for the first time, I melted.
When you smooch my nose, I fall a little harder.
When you hold my hand, it is a moment that defines love.
When you throw your arms around me, you fix all the broken.
When we focus on the good, you find so much love and kindness.
When I hold you, I feel like a mom, and all the good that comes with that title.
When you laugh, you define childhood.
When it's time to put you to sleep and tuck you in tight, they are my favorite moments of the day.
When I am away from you, I carry you with me.
When you talk in your little voice, I am whole.
When you eat, your feet still dance.
When you smooch, you do it with your whole face.
When we love, we do it with all we have.

Stop.