Tears...

Ever have one of those moments that you just want to slap yourself for being so petty and for not hugging your family enough and appreciating life while it's here? I was reading Jonathon's Closet tonight and I am here to say that I will hug my family more. I will NOT fret over the petty stuff. I will try my hardest to get over the minor inconveniences of life and appreciate the fragile beauty of it, while it's still here.

Have I mentioned that my daughter has the most beautiful smile in the world?

Have I mentioned that my middle son is scared about preschool and will probably squeeze my hand into pieces tomorrow, with his big brown eyes wide?

Have I mentioned that my oldest son is almost as tall as me, and is snuggled up next to my husband upstairs?

Have I mentioned that I love my husband, more than ever? That we will be married for 9 years in a few weeks? That he will be travelling for a week soon, and I will be momentarily lost without him? That I will compulsively save any voice messages he leaves for us until he gets back "just in case" as I always do? That I get a catch in my throat anytime he leaves us, for fear of the "what if?"

Have I commented on the joy I felt today? I hugged my son for an entire episode of Max and Ruby. And he let me! Cuz he's 4 and thinks I'm cool. And I am reading my daughter books every night now and she's loving it! And so am I. And Justin tried so hard on the piano today: trying to perfect his 3 songs he's working on. Racing through them, faster and faster and getting so upset over the mistakes but continuing to try again. And again.

I will be adding this father and husband to my daily thoughts... I think of 2 little babies already, every day. 2 little boys that sadly, passed on in their early days. I hold my children closer every day because of them. They DID make a difference in the world, even if only to make some other children's parents treasure them more.

My ramblings... I am not rereading this (as usual). I wonder how it will read in the morning?