I have been keeping up with and praying for a few fellow photographers from around the globe who have had heartbreakingly tragic events transpire in their lives… one of them with a tiny baby Jude’s age who contracted pertussis, one whose sweet sweet girl has been crippled by stomach issues that no one seems to know how to fix, and another whose darling baby boy went underwater in the bath in the few minutes mom stepped out to take care of her other babies. It just totally breaks my heart.
But at the same time, it’s a great reminder of what’s important in life. Not to sound cliche.
Legos all over the dining room table and floor… not important.
Jelly stains on the couch. Not important.
The things on my to-do list that seem like they’ve gotta be done right.this.second.can.i.please.have.a.minute.to.myself… no.
Baby coos.
An oral dissertation from a 4-year old on the merits of dinosaurs having toenails.
A squirrely grin from a 2-year old.
A family wrestling match (sans baby).
These are the things. These are the days. I don’t want to look back on this season of life and remember how much I complained, whined, wished away the hours. I want to treasure my babies every day, every minute, for who they are and what they can do in the here and now. It goes by so quickly as it is, and it can be taken away in a heartbeat.
So I remind myself of this… especially at those 2am wake-up calls by the fellow in the following photo… and I encourage myself, and all of you, to cover your families in love, love, love. You can never regret it.
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