Hug Your Kids

So maybe this post and the last one will make me seem like a morbid person. I'm not, really, I swear. It's just that so much has happened lately that the precariousness of life is forefront in my mind. This, too, shall pass, I'm sure, but while it's here you'll just have to put up with my maudlin babbling.

First there were the Southern California fires. Then last week there was a double homicide in Sacramento where a mother found the bodies of her son and her ex-husband. That mother was one of our temps, so that one hit really close to home since I knew her. And just yesterday there was a 108 car pile up near Fresno on the freeway. It just continually hammers home the point that life is not permanent, and for some, it is even less so. You may die, I may die. Today, tomorrow, or 80 years from now. Who knows.

I'll keep this one short, since it is so depressing a subject. Hug your kids, your spouse, your parents. I've never enjoyed Judah so much as I have lately. Even things that would normally frustrate me: getting up 4 times in a single night with him. This week, I cherish it because it means that we're both here and together. What more could a mother ask for?