Today a funeral took place at my church for a 5 year old girl. I do not personally know her family, but my heart absolutely aches for them. I can't even somewhat imagine burying one of my children. The thought of it makes me sick to my stomach and brings tears to my eyes. I don't know how you get through that as a parent. How do you go on? I hope I never have to find out. Last year we received a note in Landon's folder praying for this little girl. She was undergoing surgery the next day for a brain tumor, and the teachers were asking us for our prayers. I broke into tears the minute I read it. I immediately had a talk with The Big Man, mostly asking him to be with her parents. I ask that of Him again today. If my heart if hurting for this child that I do not know, how are they managing? A child is not supposed to die.

It's hard to remember that time is precious when you go through the everyday rigorous routine. It's hard to remember that life is fragile when your kid is whining and talking back to you (see yesterday's post). It's hard to remember that our time here on earth is limited when you have three children crying at the same time. Today I took the time to kiss each of my children and hold them just a little bit longer than usual. I looked each of them in the eye and said "I love you". Today I remembered.