We are on the road again. Back “up north” to pick up my son’s car while he works.
It took ten days and more than half that in dollars to fix the damage.
He ran into the back of someone in bumper-to-bumper traffic on his honeymoon.
So we decided to grab a little alone time.
Except all the hotels are full.
So we’ve found a little motel about 25 miles east.
One where Bigfoot and his great uncle danced on the ceiling most of the night.
Where there’s a sign that says to not use the towels to clean up cosmetics and dirt.
Where I had to unplug the bedside lamp in order to plug in my cell phone.
Where I can only stay online for about five minutes at a time.
It’s the great adventure.
Thus a Five-Minute Friday post.
Following Lisa Jo’s rules.
Five minutes to let the words flow. No editing, overthinking, or backtracking allowed.
GO!
“I’m done. I’m full. I want some ice cream.”
My husband keeps index cards with stuff our kids said when they were young.
I don’t remember how old Abby was when she said this.
Two?
Three?
Four?
We stopped at a restaurant with her once, and she was obviously challenging us.
“Stop, Abby.”
“Don’t do that, Abby.”
“Shhh.”
The waitress ran over with several packets of Saltines.
“Let’s get some food in Abby.”
Let’s stop her grumbling.
Let’s get her in a better mood.
Let’s feed her.
Let’s stuff her.
I’m done.
I’m full.
I want.
Stuff.
I’m–you know–years old, and I still say this.
I grumble.
I’m not happy.
So give me stuff.
Except I have all I need.
I’m done.
I’m full.
STOP!
Young lions on the prowl get hungry, but God-seekers are full of God. ~Psalm 34:7 (Message)
Now you try? Then go here and link up and fill up on the offerings of others.
I love thinking back on those sweet things my kids said when they were little. I wish I had written more of them down.
Me, too. I captured some, but not all.
I love the idea of those index cards! And how you’ve used them as a prompt to write a really good 5 min verse!
Cool!
My husband always has an index card in his pocket!
Great job Sandy! I,too, wish I had written things down when the kids were little. You somehow think you will never forget, but…. These days I think I would forget my head if it wasn’t attached!
Safe travels home.
Forgetting my head–been there! Thanks, Linda.
We. Are. Home.
For a couple of weeks, anyway.
That was perfect! “I’m done./ I’m full./ Stop.” I know the stop was for time, but it perfectly ended a “Full” post. What a great commentary on our lives. We have all we need. We’re full, yet we continue to want, seek, do, crave, desire more. ~ I’m done. I’m full. I have all I need. Stop. ~ I’m writing those words on my heart.
I’m full. / Stop. I didn’t see that connection when I wrote. I love what sometimes happens when we just spill.
Yes, most of us have everything we need and still strive for more. At a time when I see pictures of people in Africa who have absolutely nothing, who are dying from malnutrition, my abundance pains me. I not only have all I need, I have more than I need. My cup is full and running over.
I so hear you, Carol. I take so much for granted.
Yes … we are very full.
I enjoyed your photos on the previous post … I think our dragonflies are related!
🙂 🙂