Life

Life is just so precious.  That is something we all should remember all the time, right?  But as the days seem to just fly by - it's so easy to forget that.  A Pi Phi sister just a few years younger than me and a few years older than my sister lost her husband over the weekend.  Married just over a year.  My sister sent me a text message about it on Saturday morning and we were both in shock.  A life so young and a love so new to be taken from this world - we will never know the "why" to these things.   So many prayers have gone towards her and her family and her husband's family, but please do me a favor and just say one more.  Every one counts.  I cannot imagine what she is going through and continue to think about her and pray for her strength.

With that said, I feel like I have been moving a million miles and hour lately.  Literally just thankful to make it through one and onto the next.  My OCD planner in me has not been easy because I rarely have time to sit down and plan anything.  It's making me feel overwhelmed and like sometimes it is just too much.  Last night when Charlie went to sleep, I had a million things I needed to do.  Catch up on work (that seems to be never ending...), read for my test on Thursday and start my homework that is due on Saturday (only 2 more weeks of school this semester!), blog (yeah right...), plan the menu for next week, finish laundry, spend time with Jimmy, organize our house (it's a constant mess).  But you know what I did?  I laid in bed.  And gave all my burdens to God and went to sleep early.  I know some might think that is crazy because with a long to do list and a sleeping baby, Saturday night is the PERFECT time to do any one of those things.  But I needed time to sit by myself and reflect.  I don't get enough of that lately.  And guess what?  When I woke up, my shoulders felt a little less heavy and I was thankful that at least some of the burdens I was carrying seemed to be lifted.  That's why God is so good.

We got up and went to church this morning.  I really didn't want to because the 9AM service seems to be right during Charlie's nap time and it messes his whole day up - but I needed to go.  I knew we all did.  After a great sermon, we picked up Charlie from the nursery and ran into my grandparents while we were walking out.  My grandmother was so excited to see Charlie and held him and tried to make him smile (he was pretty cranky sans nap).  After we said our goodbyes and headed home, he fell asleep in the car.  When we got home, I quietly got him out of the car seat and took him upstairs praying he would fall asleep.  He did for about 10 minutes and when I was holding him, I could smell my grandmother's perfume.  A very distinct scent.  One that I realized I should be so thankful to know. Thankful that all 4 of my grandparents are still alive, after all 4 have battled cancer and illness, and I know little things like what they smell like.  Thankful that they all got to meet my sweet little Charlie.

I realized how wonderful that moment was.  Holding my sweet baby boy asleep in my arms (that doesn't happen too much anymore) and smelling the scent of my sweet grandmother.  Life is pretty amazing.  Life is pretty precious.  I need this reminder as much as anyone does - try not to rush through life, try to enjoy it and be thankful for what you have and not lusting after all the things you want.  I will get to everything on that to-do list eventually.  

I'm thankful for our wonderful extended family, our friends, but in particular - for these 2 sweet boys.  Life is good.

A sweet moment on Sunday morning