It's Friday. It's another five minutes of free writing with Lisa-Jo Baker.
The eyes of my boys when they light up with joy. The "stop mom" when I sing You are my Sunshine to Shayne the entire time he is letting me finish my song. The love notes on yellow lined sticky pads with mis-spelled words and the broken hand- painted bulbs from a first grade art class. With each year comes a different kind of respect and cherishing because the older I get, the more life is changing around me and I can't stop it. So I seem to cherish more and more with each day -- my man. Not just the googly-eyed just fallin' in love man of more than two and half decades ago. Oh, I still love him and crave his hugs, his hand in mine, and the laughing and the talking and the silliness. I'm just not sure we'll ever get that silly eyed not a care in the world love again. Life and years seem to bring a seriousness that the googly-eyed gets lost in. And in that seriousness grows a new love and respect. And this man of mine,who keeps loving me through my growing up and life's changes and manages to still like me--he is to be cherished. I love you Rex Allen.
Happy Friday y'all!