Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. – author unknown
Bowing my head, I say a quick prayer for the safety and protection of my family. It’s something I do when I see the clock displaying the same numbers. I don’t even have to think of their names, their order, or their faces. It all streaks through my head in rapid-fire succession.
My heartfelt desire is to remind God (and myself) how very much they mean to me. How very much I care for them, and only want the best for them. Maybe, it’s my way of tipping the universe a little more their way. I’ll take the bad karma, just give them the good stuff.
It was in a moment I almost lost them all….could have lost them all.
A terrible car crash when they were less than a mile from home.
Our lives changed when the truck didn’t yield.
Our lives changed when the Jeep rolled, and glass shattered.
Our lives changed in the aftermath of the twisted metal.
It is by the grace of God, and the fervent timely prayers, I still have them in my life. I truly believe that. I wasn’t in the car that day, but I remember every bit of those precarious hours.
A year passes, and all too often, time makes the memories a little dimmer. The emotions not as deep, or strong. I suppose it is nature’s way of keeping us from living in the past. But when it does? I grasp vigilantly at all that I am most thankful for. That I don’t want to EVER fade. I don’t want to lose the overwhelming feeling of gratefulness to have these precious lives spared, so they can continue to live, love, and laugh each, and every day.
I don’t have to remind myself how quickly life can change. I know. I know how we must capture every memory we can, and cherish them with all our heart.
So, I give you my moments. Moments of my most precious cargo, I am so humbly blessed with.
My beautiful young step-daughters; vibrant, and high-spirited.
Embracing the world with their joie de vivre. Be careful……..it’s catching.
My oldest daughter, Sydney.
Not just a pretty face, but a beautiful heart too.
She has the uncanny ability of celebrating her youth with great enthusiasm. I have no doubt this will continue long past her youthful years, and be as exuberant as ever.
See, these times are unforgettable, and I don’t want to miss a single one.
I know I must irritate the dog turd out of my husband when I make him pull over for a sunset, or when I make him pause, with fork in hand, so I can take a picture of his desert before he eats it. How many times has he and the girls heard….hold still……I just need to get this ONE shot……probably more times than any of us could count.
But you know what?
It is sooo worth it.
They blow my mind.
And I have Instagram to thank. A place that holds these photographic minutes of days passing by…..
All too quickly.
Isn’t it time you took one?
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