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1. Write for five minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back to Lisa Jo Baker's blog with the rest of the Five Minute Friday-ers.
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Today's prompt: Broken
We're moving. A month from right now I will probably be sleeping on an air mattress, if not the floor, because it will be our last night in our apartment. Sad? Yes. Exciting? Very!
Our little apartment, which was formerly taken over by baby toys and books, is...well...still taken over by baby toys and books. But now we've added boxes and bubble wrap and rolls of packing tape and packing paper and God knows what else to the mix. It's a disaster zone, to be quite honest with you.
The other night, Paige was marching around the apartment beating on a little drum that I brought back from my last trip to Tanzania three years ago. (Three years? That makes me so sad! I'm having withdrawls!) Husband looked at her and said, "How are we going to pack that?" I shrugged. I probably said something like: "We can wrap it up and make sure it gets in a tote instead of a box." Then we both realized that we really weren't all that concerned if it got broken. First reason: it's just a little toy. It probably cost us $2, if even that, when we were over there. Paige has probably over a hundred other toys, and would never notice if this one disappeared.
Second reason: it's replaceable. It really is. I know we will go back to Tanzania someday. It's more than a mission trip for us. It's a calling. It's an addiction. It's going to our other home halfway around the world to see our friends again.
Maybe Paige will even be able to pick out her own drum on our next trip.