A lot has happened in the news of our small community this last week. Two toddlers have drown in very tragic accidents. To no ones fault, these babies lost their lives before they had barely begun.

I cried a lot this week. Thinking about what I would do if one of my babies were suddenly gone.

It made me wonder if there was anything I’d do different in my life. Would I change anything dramatically? Would I whine and complain about the little things? Would it really matter if the kids made a big mess in the living room? Do I let my friends and family know how much I love them? Do I hold bitterness towards others?

I’ve hugged my kids more this week than any other week. I’ve spent more time with them and tried to think of all the fun things we can do together this summer. I wasted less time playing on the computer, and spent more time reading books to them.

I’m teary eyed just writing this because I know that even though these poor little lives are lost, it’s already done something good for someone.

It’s helped me realize how short life can be.

(and because I can’t leave on such a sad note, here’s some goofy pics of my littlest guy taking pictures of his mama.)