Small is this town I’ve adopted. It’s going into the Dairy King and having my son’s order known before it is placed. Blueberry pancake – the best he’s had all day! That’s what the owner asks every time we come.
Small is the older gentleman at the same place that we haven’t seen for several months, but he notices how much the little guy has grown, tells us he’s a dandy and that children are one of life’s greatest blessings. He’s sure that our son will make a great quarterback for the local high school team in about 10 years. He doesn’t know that throwing and catching are still very much works in progress.
Small is driving past my sister’s house, knowing my best friend since fourth grade still lives just down the road and my parents right past her. Small is seeing every tree in my mind’s eye as I mentally drive that route.
Small is the grandeur of blue mountains reaching up and enveloping these green hills dotted with sheep, goats, cows and the stray abandoned silo. Small crumbles to the dirt and is part of the remember when..
We meet on Thursday nights to catch up, encourage, laugh and scheme. You can find us and join us around 10 PM Eastern at the #FMFParty signpost on Twitter. We wait for Lisa-Jo to give us her prompt for our FIVE MINUTES. If we are nice, we may get it just a bit earlier than midnight. Some let words fly like the wind as soon as the word is given. Others sleep on it and let a fresh mind do the tackling. Still others find the time to write later on.
After we have poured out we link up. We travel to our neighbor’s home first and leave words of encouragement (because really any comment is encouraging), and then continue on discovering words and writers whose hearts were unknown to us before. That is the beauty of Five Minute Friday. Join us, won’t you?