Perspective

Time....when you need it you don't have enough of it and when you don't need it you have too much of it. 

When I think of my mom I think of her as the "rock" in the family.  She is the glue that holds us together, no one can make things happen the way she does.  I heard her cry for the first time in a long time this morning.  I cried quietly right along with her as it broke my heart.  Then I thought what I would do if I didn't have her..that brought on a whole other set of tears.

We traveled to K-town this past weekend.  It was a good trip.  Riley and Huntley got to play with cousins they rarely see, swim in the pool, be with Granny and Auntie and get spoiled rotten.  It was good to be there but also sad.  We stayed at Grandad's house...Seth and I were both uneasy and didn't sleep much the night before.  He is my security blanket. Lately I have thought how time and pespective kind of go hand in hand.  It hurts to lose someone we love, whether it is a Grandparent, Mother, Father, sister or friend even though we know we will see them again it still hurts.

Times like these make me hug my kids a little longer, kiss on them a little more and just be thankful I have one more "new" day with them because you never know what tomorrow will bring.