When our youngest boys came to our home, we spent many a night in their room. In their dark room. I'd love to say it was peaceful and quiet; but most nights where full of tears, fears and much like a game of whack -a- mole. I'd get one back to sleep, and the other would wake up crying. It was not unusual to spend 3-4 hours in their room in any given night. And it seemed the last one to doze back off was always the baby.
His beautiful skin melted into the darkness, but as I rocked Isaiah in the pitch black night, the vivid white of his eyes stared back at me.
Who knew all the color he and his brother would bring to us- my little brown babies and those beautiful VIVID bright eyes.
On Friday I join Lisa-Jo over at thegypsymama for Five Minute Friday. She prompts us with a one word topic, and we stop, drop and write. We write bold and beautiful and free. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it's just right or not.
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Happy Friday Y'all!