I had another post in mind for today, but upon reflection have moved that to the back burner. And so, I fully embrace the fun that is Five Minute Friday. I’ve really enjoyed this exercise the past two weeks, so was looking forward to doing it again.
Today’s prompt is: TENDER
Bright blue eyes look up at the soft hazel eyes looking back at her. A face softened not only by age but love.
Tiny fingers find their way to a brightly colored button on a fantastically floral shirt. Even now, her artistic flare shines through.
Age-old hands, wrinkled with time and colored with wisdom caress the tiny face. A mother’s hands never forget.
I stare with tear-filled eyes at this tender scene unfolding before me. And deep in my heart I know it’s a special moment. One to be locked away and pondered in years to come.
This loving woman, who radiates warmth, love, joy and an insatiable appetite for life, art, culture. This woman who invested so much time loving me, and my brother, with tender joy the equal of which I’ve never seen; now looks upon my baby with that same love, warmth, joy, tenderness. Is it possible its even deeper as she looks upon my sweet girl?
I soak in the image before me and lock it away deep in my heart; in that place reserved for the most sacred of memories.
This post is inspired by the first time my first born met my grandmother. It truly was a tender time. And it still breaks my heart to think she passed away just 4 short months later. I’ll always be so grateful that we “just happened” to be able to be in Arizona at that time for her to meet our little girl. It was the last time our little family saw her living. It’s a sweet, sweet memory.