I’ve had the best time tonight on Twitter at what we call #fmfparty (Five Minute Friday Party). I skipped my workout to hang out with some of the greatest people on the planet at this online party. My last name was even changed by my friend Holly. She made my day. Seriously.
We free-write on a one-word prompt for five minutes and share what we’ve come up with at Kate’s place. It’s a flash-mob of sorts, and I love it.
This week’s word:
I’ve never been good at waiting.
It seemed like an eternity waiting for my wedding day to arrive, to marry the man of my dreams.
Then the nine months of pregnancy with each child. I couldn’t wait to hold our babies in my arms.
Crawling. Walking. Running. I always looked forward to the next stage in my babies’ journey. It’s quite possible I was so focused on the thing, or event, or next step, I didn’t appreciate the waiting.
I know I didn’t.
And now? I’m still not great at it, but this year, I’m doing much better.
I fast forward to four months from now, and it’s a little unsettling. My baby boy–our youngest–will already be finished with high school.
Yes, he’ll be graduating from high school in May. (I’m too young to have my baby graduating, right??) He’ll be embracing bigger and better things in his journey. As will all of us.
You better believe I’m doing all I can to slow time. To embrace each moment. To appreciate the wait.
He can’t wait for graduation day. I’ll wait all I can for it to arrive. But when it does come, and it will come quickly, I’ll be proud of this fine young man God has given his dad and I the privilege of being parents to. What joy he brings us.
Wait. Friend, don’t rush time. Appreciate each moment. Savor each memory. Enjoy the wait.
Bless you! Thank you for being a part of our journey!