Five Minute Friday: Hold

Every week, a whole heap of fabulous women get together and write for Five Minute Friday. Today's prompt is...



I can't remember the last time I did this. Put things on hold. Patiently waited for the next thing to come.

Graduate high school. Graduate college. Get a job? No. Graduate graduate school. Get a job. Get married. Have children. Buy a house. Move. Buy another house. Move.


On hold. Time to breathe in the fresh air of giggles and runny noses and silly stories and middle of the night need for snuggles.

Pause. Notice the sun filtering in through the acred trees. The way she holds his hand to make sure he doesn't stumble. His immediate apology when he's wronged her in some way, by means of a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

Wait. Enjoy the extra few minutes of sweet baby sleep, sipping coffee, smelling the quiet of the morning.

All of our lives are meant to keep moving forward, looking toward the next best thing. But I want to be on hold. I want them to stay right here where I have them, holding them in the palm of my hands, being a part of their every day, every moment.




  1. Amen to being on hold-to freeze framing the memories and to letting God hold us in the palm of His hands. Blessed to be your FMF neighbor tonight!

  2. What beautiful sentiments expressed here! May you enjoy each moment that is "on hold" and linger in the beauty of it all .. Blessings to you!

  3. Lovely post. Thank you for the challenge to bask in the beauty of right now.

    1. Thanks for stopping by, Charlie! Sometimes it is so hard to just stop, breathe, and enjoy the moment. Thanks for your encouragement, as well :)

  4. Yes, how important it is to hit the pause button and really enjoy those moments that make up real life. :) So easily missed, but when we pause and enjoy them, they are true blessings!

  5. i share all these sentiments..and as the mom you can weigh down the moments and push pause even if its just in your own backyard while all the world rages on...:) they are adorable!

  6. More poetry than prose ... just sayin' my dear!


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