My husband's co-worker was tradgically killed yesturday while repairing a machine where they work. I can't help but think of the wife that got a knock on the door last night to recieve the horrible news that her husband will not be coming home.
As I lay in my bed and see my husbands shirts hanging in our bedroom, I think that her husband's shirts will never be filled by him again. Sorry if that sounds morbid but that is where my mind goes when I hear of tragedy.
I remember when my husband and I were still dating. I would quietly complain to myself in a loud voice about how annoying it was when I got into my car after he had driven it I had to re-adjust everything that was adjustable. The seat back, the seat bottom, the adjustable foot peddles, the hight of the seatbelt over the shoulder, the stearing wheel, and all three mirrors!
Then one sad day, our relationship had been severed and I didn't have to be bothered by all of that adjusting. When the joyous day came when we were together again, all of that adjusting was a gentle and comforting reminder that he was still here...with me.
I also need these same reminders when I am constantly picking up toys, when I have a 19 month old wedging her way between me and sink of dirty dishes, when I have 5 projects started and none finished, and when I am lucky enough to shave both legs on the same day. You get my point.
Being a mom takes sacrifice, lots of patience and a good sense of humor. I am grateful to God that my calendar is full, my days are full and my heart is full.
Yes, these days with little ones are long but the years are short. Savor every God given moment you have with those you love!