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 alive.
The sound of your heartbeat.
The little speck on the screen.
Your first cry, wail into the world.
The sound of your soft breathing
and the gentle rise and fall of your chest.
When you reach and grab for my hand, making you look so small and big at the same time.
The little man smooches,
the sweet girl kissing noses.
When the phone rings and I see that it's you, the way it sends flutters to my heart,
all these years later.
The sound of my feet hitting the pavement,
taking one step closer to the end of that run.
The way my body feels so awkward in the water, but I am so happy I took that time to learn how to swim.
The gentle rise and fall of my own breath.
The confidence that comes from knowing your life goals.
When I see you and we both realize it's family movie night
the excitement of hearing you ask if you can join me on that run.
Your happy face
your genuine laugh.
Our reading dates.
The still checking on your breath in the middle of the night,
realizing you will forever be my baby.
The way music fills my soul
and how all of it
all of this
it all makes me feel so alive.