One of my favourite bloggers, The Gypsy Mama runs a challenge every Friday called ‘Five Minute Friday’. Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you, the writer, “simply stop, drop and write for five minutes flat!” You then link back to her site and check out the efforts of the other brave writers.
I’ve wanted to participate for a few weeks but have never quite worked up the nerve or found the time (pathetic, I know, since it is just 5 minutes). This week the prompt really resonated with me as I am really trying to take time to be grateful for all that I have in my life. One of the things I am most grateful for is how much love I have in my life. So here is my Five Minute Friday contribution (a little late).
I feel most loved when:
My husband gives me that look. The one that I know means that he thinks I’m smart and gorgeous and funny. The look that tells me how proud he is of me and all my achievements and triumphs – the big and the small. I feel most loved when he has complete faith in me, even when I don’t. The look that says “I want you. All of you. For who and what you are and not for what you give me. Just for yourself.”
I feel most loved when I collect my son from school or a play-date or a visit to Gran and his face lights up because Mom has arrived. When he leaps up and rushes over to hug me, I feel great big lashings of unconditional love. When he hides behind the tiniest toy just so that I will ‘find’ him, I feel love. When he cuddles up to me at night and gives me a triumphant but sleepy grin because he knows that he should be in his own bed and not mine, I feel loved.
I feel most loved when I Skype my family half way across the world and I can see and hear the joy that I have given them, just by taking the time to connect with them. When I share the boring, everyday details of my life, like what I made for dinner, and they are interested – truly interested – simply because it makes them feel closer to me, I feel loved.
I feel most loved when I meet my best friend for a drink or we call each other and even though it feels like we haven’t seen each other for ages, there is no awkwardness. There is no need to spend ages giving each other background stories or explaining how and why we reacted to a situation. Because we know each other so well that regardless of where we are in our lives, we understand each other.
I feel most loved when I am with the people I love – the family that I was born into and the family that I have chosen.