My kids have been away for seven nights. In one more night they will return to me. I have enjoyed the break, but i've felt this part of me missing the whole time. The energy from my kids lifts me, inspires me. This week, if anything, has taught me how much they have enriched my life. Made it better.
Last night i worked a wedding. It was sad and beautiful and romantic. It made me sad because i saw this couple in their thirties combining their two families into one. Kids and all. They seemed so happy. So content and in love. I wish that i had been more careful with love. Realized what a great gift it is to have someone love you.
Love is a gift and you can only take advantage of it for so long before it is gone. And when love is gone, it is usually gone forever.
Through the night my good friend's grandmother passed away in her sleep. Of all the ways to go it seems the easiest, but who am i to say. I kind of want to know it's coming. Anyway, it's been a strange 24 hours. Last night my friend and i were dancing behind the bar in the restaurant, laughing and being silly. Then at the end of the night we sat and listened to a story of a failed attempt to propose. Then home, exhausted at 3am, thinking of marriage and divorce and love and lost love. And, this morning, back to work to hear of my friend's loss. It all seems so fragile. These tiny moments of life.
These tiny treasures that we are given.
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