Amelie 1 year old
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
~Henry David Thoreau
At thrity-six I'm learning to live. My children are teaching me what life is really all about. It's the little things.
Yesterday I held all of my children in my arms (there's three now you know). Amelie planted open mouth slobbery kisses on Henry's head and tried to poke him in the eye. Thom put his skinny little arm around my neck and told me a knock knock joke. They wiggled and squirmed and we laughed.
Last night I rested my head on my husband's chest and listed to his heart beat. Beating for me.
It's the little things. Like being naked in the sun, eating a banana.
Dear Universe, please record these moments that make my heart sing and play them back to me as I leave this life so that I will know that I really lived.