Perspective

Why does it take something like the death of a sweet little girl to make you realize how lucky you are? Why is it that we are incapable of truly understanding how much worse our lives can be? I feel like we, as a family, have more perspective than most. We were told that our daughter would either die or would be next to vegetative. She is a miracle. We live every single day with our niece and nephews knowing that their lives could have been so much worse if decisions had been made differently. But still most days I lack true perspective.

I know it will likely fade with time. My kids will itch at my nerves again. My patience will be in short supply again. I will holler and get frustrated and want to hide in a black hole. But for now, I will appreciate a quiet Monday evening at home with my kids. I will enjoy the unending volume of noise. I will hug them extra tight and give them extra kisses. For, it could have been me. It still could be. Why knows what the future brings for any of us or for any of our children. Don't forget those loud, insane, annoying moments are what make life LIFE.