Moments

Have you ever had one of those moments where you think to yourself, "I am so lucky to be living this life..." I had one of those hit-you-in-the-face moments this past weekend. There are so many times that I complain, either out loud or in my head, about things I have to do and places I have to be. This weekend as I watched Blakley at the door watching our neighbors tear up our yard by sledding through it(with my permission, of course), I had a realization. These things I have to do everyday are the very things that make my life mine. I realized that these small "everyday" tasks are my life- without them I am not me. So many days I have spent thinking about ways to make life "easier" when all the while I should have been thinking about how to make the most out of each minute. I can remember back to when I was not married, childless, careerless, dogless...and I wonder...when did I become so wrapped up in irrelevant details- things that will not matter in 5, 10, 15 years? I decided that life is not waiting for me at the end of whatever difficult task is on the doorstep that day; life is the difficult task and the joy of getting through it in one piece! My life is three hours a day in the car, a spilled bowl of spaghetti, a ravaged bag of trash on the floor (dog is guilty), a text message to Jason because there's no time for an actual phone call, a grocery list that never ends, puddles of water on the bathroom floor, a bedtime story, walking the dog in the rain with a baby on my hip, saying hello and goodbye at 6 every morning, a pacifier dropped in the toilet, a student's smile when I encourage them, and so many of the other small things that I take forgranted day after day.