The Little Things.

Please excuse me while I have a little more seriousness here for a few minutes.

You see....

I've been following Natalie's story here....

and

Sara's story here...

and of course

Nie's story here.

With each,

I bawl my eyes out.

I am so touched.

And I sit wondering

if I would have the faith to endure such trials?

And realizing that it could happen to me

tomorrow.  today.  tonight.  in one minute.

And so...

Do I live each moment to it's maximum?

Do I enjoy my children?

Do I treat my family to match the love I have for them?

Am I patient?

Am I building my spiritual well high enough to dip from later?

So, I am so thankful to these beautiful women.

Their excruciating experiences

that they've openly shared with the world

have boosted my testimony,

strengthened my faith,

increased my vigilance,

made me acutely aware of my life

and 

how wonderful it is.

Over the past week...

I've kissed chubby cheeks more often.

Tickled tummies.

Laughed.

Wrestle.

Danced with my babies.

Planted patience.

Held hands.

Clipped tiny fingernails.

Set the table.

Prayed.

Read book after book.

Cradled them softly.

Talked.

And listened.

Fed their souls.

And their mouths.

Tucked their tiny bodies into bed.

Practiced math facts.

Bubble baths.

Renewed covenants.

Homework.

Hugs.

...and soaked in every minute.

Yesterday I fasted.

I prayed for someone that I don't actually know. 

And I prayed that I can enjoy what I have right now.