Life is Precious

Last week I had a horrible dream. I dreamt that Elliott had died. Just died. It was the oddest thing. I remember holding her little body and praying to God; thinking that God would do a miracle and save her. I can't remember if I woke up crying, but either way I was very upset. I leaned over to peek at Elliott as she slept in her bassinet next to our bed. I laid my hand on her to feel her breathing and said a prayer for her. I prayed the prayer I try and pray every day for my girls,
"May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you, and be gracious to you. May the Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace." Num. 6:24

I eventually fell back to sleep but not before I thought about this "wake up call". My days are filled with feeding, cleaning, feeding, and cleaning. I spend my time trying to keep the house clean when I could be playing with my daughters. Who really cares if the house is clean? Who really cares if the laundry gets folded? Should my daughters always just entertain themselves? I don't want to waste these years. Do I soak it in when I give my girls hugs? Do I hold them a little bit longer and a little bit tighter before laying them down to bed? I do now. Dishes can get done during nap time or night time. I'm going to take advantage of my days. Even when tired and at my wits end, I'm going to try and take advantage of the day, because you never know when it will be taken from you or someone will be taken from you. And they will grow up so fast.

Inspiration

Stef, my sister-in-law, has inspired me to use our blog (that was for the purpose of letting non facebook relatives see pictures of Callie) again. I don't know how much I'll write, and my posts will definitely not be writen as well as Stefs, but like her I don't want to forget the cute, little, big, and daily accomplishments that my children do.