Five Minute Friday. Hundreds of bloggers. One word prompt. Five minutes of unbridled writing. A Twitter party. A link-up.
This week we are writing on the word: Messenger
Routine. P.J.’s. Brush teeth.
My husband tucks in the boy;I the girl.
A chapter of Junie B. Jones.
Prayers. A kiss on the forehead. “Good night, Angel.”
Tight hugs in attempt to hold me hostage. A tickle of the ribs to escape.
Lights out. Door shut.
Sigh. My day is over. Peace and quiet.
NO MORE WORDS!
Then my husband and I stare at each other in silence. We start talking about the kids. As much as we need a break, we love them with deep admiration of the people they are becoming.
Our little angels.
The word angel literally means “messenger”.
They speak such truth and love into our lives. They show us both our strengths and our weaknesses. They help us to understand sacrifice and endurance.
They are our mirrors.
They are His mouthpiece.
Stop. Time is up.