I missed the party, but I’m here for the words! Joining Kate and my #FMFParty girls.
There is a storm brewing. I can feel it in my bones and smell it on the air. The rolling thunder echos in the hills to the north and the tension builds. But it pales in comparison to the week we’ve had. A week away from home and my family. A week of stress and wondering. A week of tied down and chains. And it is beautiful to finally be home.
The babe wanted to jump on the trampoline. His chubby little legs begging to be like the big kids and pulling me along with him. Out side, the air swirling around me and pulling my hair in my face I jumped.
Three. A little higher this time and spread my arms wide, head tossed back in revelry of the feeling.
That’s what it felt like. I watched a crow dip and dive, carrie don the current and I imagined my arms spread wide like the wings of the bird. The air lifting me higher and higher until my feet no longer pressed against the give of the net.
For just a moment, the weight of the world was gone and replaced with a carefree, soul cleansing feeling of freedom and I drank it in. Deep loud gulps like a woman starved for fluids.
My toes landed first, sinking into the trampoline. The peels of laughter and giggles from my middles and little filled the air. I breathed deep the air that is thick with a storm and I let loose the chains that have been wound ’round me so tight.