My three boys and one daughter ages 8 ,6 ,4 and 2 are with me 90 percent of the time. We eat together, play, learn, read, eat more and so on each day. I live along side them. We do life together. <\/p>\n

We see wonder, we experience joy, we are inpatient, get angry, say sorry and hug close. The good and the bad. We are in it together. Building memories and close unbreakable bonds.<\/p>\n

Even so, they still want more. It can seem too much at times and I want to break free. Have some space and my space is more like a territory. This constant closeness can make my skin crawl and my heart race.
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At the end of the day, I am weary and so tired. We say goodnight and still they plead, “I need more Mommy time. Lay close to me”. I give a little more. I let go and just be. I shed my outer layer allowing myself to feel their soft skin, warm breath and heart beat so close to mine.<\/p>\n

In those sweet moments, I know that there is nothing I want more than to lay close and hold tight to this intense love that I am given each and every day. <\/p>\n

A love so close to God, so close to heaven.<\/p>\n

This post is part of Five Minute Friday<\/a> series. I get the one word prompts from Lisa Jo-Baker<\/a> on Friday. The rules are simple. Write for five minutes flat. There is no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. It is unscripted. Unedited. Real.<\/p>\n

Today’s prompt was: Close<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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