Happy LOVE month!!
February 14 became one of my most favorite days with the birth of my very own sweet Valentine fifteen years ago, Hannah Grace.
Still, I like Ashton Kutcher's perspective:
"I hate Valentines day!...I think every day should be a day of romance," he says. "Then, on Valentine's Day, you should get to tell whoever you hate that you cannot stand them. There would be one day of hating, and 364 days of love."
Today is my father-in-law's birthday. A few days ago, it was my mother-in-law's birthday and in a few days it will be my mom's birthday! Then Hannah's, then Bailor's!! Whew!!
I am beyond thankful that I have each and every one of these ones that I love in my life and that they are healthy!!
You know that saying...."your days are numbered..."?
I believe that our days here on earth are numbered and I am extremely confused about why we don't live our lives more aware of this fact??
Everything can change...just like that...you know.
I know of a mother of two, in her forties, that passed away unexpectedly yesterday. Last Thursday she was here...with her husband, son, and daughter...going about her daily routine. Today she is gone. Just like that.
I have a beautiful friend that has been diagnosed with cancer. I cannot stop thinking about her precious son, daughter & husband and what they must be feeling right now.
I think of her and I think of me and I am ashamed that I am grouchy, unmotivated, and oblivious much of the time.
My dad suddenly died on May 8 of last year. I cannot let my mind go back to the last time I saw him because it tortures my heart. I keep thinking...
"Hello?? You knew he wasn't well. Inside, you knew that moment could possibly be the last chance to love him....just like you know it every single time you say goodbye to anyone that you love...yet you rush...still....and what in the world for????"
If I could go back to that day, the one thing that I would have done was held his hand as we watched Preston play baseball together.
I would have reached out, taken his hand into mine...and just held on.
The Human Touch
'Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
the touch of your hand and mine,
which means far more to the fainting heart
than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is over,
and bread lasts only a day,
but the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
sing on in the soul always.
Spencer Michael Free
I think that we should all take the advice of the very wise Mr. Kutcher (who would have thought??) and have one day per year to get all of our hating out.
Then we could celebrate 364 days of love.
364 days of expressing our love in sweet little notes, putting the feelings of our heart into action,
and sharing chocolate!
364 days of holding hands...
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