After a day filled with
potty victory celebrations,
slightly sick kids,
debating over ‘one more bite’,
stuck inside because of the rain…
I have five minutes.
Five minutes to sit back and close my eyes.
Five minutes to imagine my next knitting project (I’m currently between, which is always a tough spot to be in).
Five minutes to sit on the couch and read a few pages of Wicked, the book I’m currently reading.
Five minutes where I can take a mental vacation to New York City, and I swear I can smell the hot dogs cooking at the street vendor as I walk down the street, surrounded by people, all going about their business, all looking like they are in vastly different businesses, but all in the city that I love.
Five minutes to drink–and enjoy–some chocolate milk and say a prayer of gratitude for Nesquik and for sometimes not having to share.
Five minutes to listen to my husband bathing the children and hear them all giggling in delight.
Five minutes just for me, where I can enjoy what I have, what I am, what I have created, and what I will create.
Thank you, God, for five minutes.