On Distance - Five Minute Friday

Linking up this week for five minute Friday from The Gypsy Mama.  The rules are simple.  

Just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how to play along:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 

3. Go leave some comment love for the five minute artist who linked up before you {and if you love us, consider turning off word verification for the day to make it easier for folks to say howdy}

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

This weeks challenge is simply: On Distance

I am thirty three years away from the time I held my very first baby girl in my arms.  When I felt her heart beat next to mine.  I am so many years away from watching her first smile, her first step, her first laugh, and her first hug.  The one where she used to want to hold me instead of having me hold her.  I am so far away from the young mother that I used to be then.  From the days sat on the edge of a lake to the days spent in my new found mountain home.  I am 32 years away from  my first son who learned to run before he ever learned to walk.  I am miles away from the days when he would sit on the top of the fridge and throw eggs down on the floor for his dog to eat, then help himself to a Popsicle, before he climbed back done to the floor .
I am 31 years away from the little boy who always wanted to be like his big brother.  He was the one who climbed high up in a tree and couldn't get himself down.  He was the one who always had a kind heart and a tender soul.
I am 30 years away from the daughter that we called affectionately "Muppet". From the girl who cut her own hair short because she hated to have it long.  She cut it so short that the only way to save it was to cut it into a very short little pixie cut.  From the girl who always laughed and smiled and quietly played by herself when necessary.
I am 28 years away from the son who always got lost!  No matter where I took those children, that boy could disappear in the blink of an eye.  He was the one who always loved to be held and read to.  He was the one who didn't want to grow up too fast one moment, and in the next moment wanted to be big like the brothers.
I am 27 years from the daughter who was the baby for so very long.  The one who slept with me, snuggled with me, loved me through the hurt and pain that life brought.  The one who was so emotional and who always tried her best to be who she wanted to be.
So many things have happened in my life, and yet, no matter how far along the road I go, it is just a glimpse back to find the joys of yesterday.  For my love and joy is wrapped tightly in the arms of my family.So much distance has passed, and yet, it isn't very far at all.  It all seems like yesterday and I am left looking down the road of things passed and knowing that life is good.  

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