It's Five Minute Friday again, so I'm joining Lisa Jo over at Gypsy Mama. Here is a recap of the rules:
- Indulge in five rich, delicious minutes of pure writing.
- Tell your readers you’re linking up here and invite them to dig in too.
- And most importantly, go visit, read, and compliment the five minute chef who served something up right before you.
Today the prompt is, "Every day..."
Every day I wake up to the sun shining through the windows in the master bed room. I turn and look and find my husband beside me. Nearly every morning I decide that breakfast can wait another 15 minutes, that the morning is to valuable to hurry up and move, that it's worth more to stay in bed a few extra minutes and snuggle close to a husband who is still asleep.
Then on with the morning, email, breakfast, house tidying--wondering if I have something to toss together for lunch (or forgetting to wonder until noon). There is a husband to bid goodbye, and work to be done, a house to be cleaned, a schedule to keep. Life doesn't seem to wait until I'm ready to go to the next thing. It's one thing after another. Except for those 15 minutes in the morning. Those belong to me.
In all the rush I hope I'm not just hanging on to life, but living each moment. I want to grasp life every day and pull out every drop of goodness. I want to be the woman that, 20 years from now, my husband (who sees the best and worst) can say lived every day to the fullest--never complaining, never worrying, never frustrated or angry. I want the woman in my head, the ideal woman, the one who loves Jesus and lives for him moment by moment instead of getting too busy, I want that woman to become me every day, instead of just my ideal.