Week 20: Desire (Part 1)
I want to travel back in time and hold my daughter when she was a baby. If I were greedy I’d ask for five days. If I were lucky I’d take five hours. If given a choice of five minutes or nothing, I’d covet those five minutes, sink my face into that delicious little butterball, memorize her smell, the feel of her weight in my arms, wrap my hands around those feet and listen to the early strains of the delightful giggle that remains to this day.
I’d make the most of those five minutes…