This week has been long- full of little wonders, tears, scares, and lots of hours spent fawning over a tiny, new life. It is hard to imagine that just over a week ago I was sitting around with intense back pain trying to figure out what activities would get me through the following seven days. Friday would bring a trip to the yarn store to get goods for a hat, Saturday a hair trim to soften the edges of my recent cut, and all the hours in between and all around would be filled with food, movies, and gab. But then nature took control and gave me no choice, shoved me into a pain so intense that my body has already rejected those memories. It took me down a road with no return ticket and gave me sweet Declan at the end. All the plans in the world couldn't have topped Mother Nature's.
I have many moments that I want to write about but haven't had a chance, from his birth to my emotions to posting pictures of the most precious boy ever. But right now I'm realizing that we are stepping away from that day and into an unknown life, where counting down what happened at "this" moment x-days ago is unlikely and living in the present is what will count. That day was so special and yet so short. And that's simply what life is- countless small moments that often fly by too fast, some so lovely they hurt and others so painful we long to step away, but all important in the grand equation. So instead of focusing on those nine hours that brought us to our "now", I will strive to focus on the daily occurences that prove how completely glorious this "now" is.
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE