Moments, everyday moments, make up our days. Most of them are humdrum. Algebra problems, Latin translations, reading lessons, trips to the allergist. If I stop to think too hard, I wouldn't write. Most of my days would not be interesting enough to write about.
But each moment is still a gift. That was my mom's attitude the entire 19 months she was fighting pancreatic cancer. If someone asked her how she was doing, she always managed to say something about this day, this moment, being a gift. I would love the gift of another moment with her, as well as with my mother-in-law who also made moments special.
I treasure the moments I have with my next oldest, knowing that she will be off to college or on her own in just a few years. She has her struggles, a result of an immune system attack last year. We had a many moments of wondering if she would make it. Those hard moments are now memories.
Five moments have gone by as I write this, while one child brushes her teeth and another leaves traces of his breakfast in a trail across the counters. And I am thankful.
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| A favorite moment when we came around a dune and spotted these vultures just waiting for us. |
