If I stop and think for a moment, I see that life is a very complicated thing. More than just laundry, dishes, getting through the day (though there are days where to make it through the day is a huge accomplishment), vacuuming, disciplining and the list could go on of "things" that I do.
I was standing in line at Meijer this morning behind this very elderly couple. She was in a motorized chair and he was paying the bill and couldn't keep his hands and arms still from shaking. A thought ran through my head. "What are Ed and I going to be like when we're that old? What kind of memories will we have?" Which brought other questions to mind. Am I living life to the fullest? To enjoy each moment? Even when kids are screaming at each other. Even when the zucchini bread I bake is drier than sand. Not to wait for the next set of events for life to get better: Sam going to school. Not being strapped financially. The weekend. The next sunny day. Is life only lived then? Am I wasting away the days, time with my kids, my husband, my friends, to wait for something better? I could sure be waiting awhile.