Five Minute Friday: Color

COLOR

I am wonderfully calmed and focused by color.  

Painting 

or 

drawing

 or 

photographing 

or 

sewing

 or

 planting-

 COLOR.

The hues and shades from dull and dreary to bright and bubbly, 

colors blend and grow into an expression of myself.  
Unlike words
-limited by intelligence and education-

color allows for sharing with everyone, 

a vibrant expression of me.

Five Minute Friday (er Saturday): Tired

TIRED

Being a Mommy seems to make one perpetually tired.  If it isn't a late night or an early morning, it is a long walk with a heavy toddler or a fussy baby.  

I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I do however, enjoy my coffee even more now that ever before.  Sleep, when it comes, is precious and deep.  Naps, the bane of my childhood existence, have become a long awaited excuse to cuddle with my babies.  

Sleep deprivation, and its resulting frustrations and irritations, is minor in relation to the joy of parenting.   

As I write, my tired babies snooze and I attempt to refocus and prepare for our evening together.  

Maybe tomorrow, I will nap with them, maybe tomorrow.





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Five Minute Friday: GROW

One of the ladies who attended my baptism and babysat me and my sister, loving us as one of her own, is now my friend on facebook. She's continued to be an encouraging force in my life as I became a wife and mother and moved halfway across the country with my new family. Often she posts blog entries that serve as my devotions and lead my personal spiritual journey. One of these blogs, The Gypsy Mama, is especially wonderful. Lisa-Jo encourages women to write for five minutes every Friday- to just let it out- not worried about audience or final product or anything but playing with words for five minutes.  Check out Five Minute Fridays over here and enjoy my free flow.

GROW

     Becoming a mother has helped me grow in many unexpected ways.  

     It's intriguing how the meaning of GROW has an evolved for me as a mother- 

at first I watched as my belly grew and felt my baby grow inside.  Upon my infant's birth, I carefully monitored his growth and watched with bittersweet joy my child emerge from the babe.  In a few short years, I've begun to grow plants with him, an expression of our growing love.