I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo and the Five Minute Friday writers today with the prompt “exhale.”
I squish in beside her on the toddler bed that isn’t made for adult sized limbs and she smooshes her face up next to mine, so close her eyelashes tickle my nose and her breath exhales softly onto my skin. She asks for a story – this new tradition of words we’ve started where I turn her day into a princess adventure.
I talk quietly, trying to remember how to tell a story instead of writing one and as I stumble, she snuggles. The girl on the go, the one who never sits still, she inhales and exhales to the fractured rhythm of my storytelling and settles more deeply into her pillow. When the story ends – always with the beautiful princess going to bed and having happy dreams of her adventures – she grabs my hand. Unwilling to sink into slumber alone in this season, holding tightly even as she whispers a request for me to sit on the floor so she can have more room.
I’ve never been more in tune to the sound of anyone breathing like I am at bedtime with a toddler. I know when she starts to relax, when the space between inhale and exhale lengthens into soft sighs and finally…finally…sleep.
It requires that up-close, eyelash tickling relationship to know her by her breathing. And I lay on her floor craving with my whole heart that same closeness with God – the One who brings the dead to life with His exhale. I want to lean in so closely that the smallest parts of me brush against all He is and to hear Him whisper His story over my life. And I’ll breath deeply again.