Yesterday evening I was flipping through channels and wondering to myself why I even pay for satellite when there is never anything different on t.v.
In the background I can hear my eldest two lovelies arguing about something in the rear of the house and getting louder with every word.
My husband is rolling his eyes at someone he is talking to on the phone.
Then......a bang, a crash and a crying baby. My 2 year old has just tripped while wearing a pair of my heels. Heels that I have taken away from her more then once. I rush over to her and she looks up at me and says, "Gabby Okay, Mommy." With that I do the kisses on her boo-boo thing and walk back over to the couch thinking,
"Why am I even looking for something to watch when there is so much noise and commotion going on in this house?",
and with that I toss the clicker onto the coffee table.
The light from the window catches my eye because it had a beautiful orange cast and when I look over my shoulder all of my frustration and stress just went away.
I grabbed my camera.
This is what I saw....
This is a photo of my grandmother. She passed away a few years ago. The jam I keep next to her photo was made by my aunt from my grandmothers mango tree. I just keep it there as a sentimental token to her.
Such a simple image, I know, but it made me realize, once again, how short and fragile life is.
Such a simple image, I know, but it made me realize, once again, how short and fragile life is.
Let the husband rant to whoever on the phone.
Remember that I was also once arguing with my own sister about something that doesn't even matter now.
Let the baby wear your heels.... After all, she only wants to wear them because they are Mommies.
When she falls, pick her up and kiss her boo-boo.
She will remember those kisses forever. <3
With that way of thinking life is much less stressful.
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