The nurse handing me the baby in the middle of the night and saying Congratulations.
Sitting in bed with my Nanny on her last day here and chatting with my Mom.
Those moments are fleeting, but the impact is eternal and mind blowing. I hear the voice that is usually crowded out of my consciousness. And I come back to center. I am reminded to drop my cranky pants in the laundry and hang my woe is me hat on the rack. He's been dialing my number and I haven't been listening. I've been driving too fast, working too hard and fretting too much. All for naught. I'm covered.
Don't forget to count your blessings friends. A headache can be cured and the dog can be sold ;), but these moments will never happen again. Only we can choose what the memory looks like when the moment has ended.
Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the Man
~ Van Zant