Another week...

And a half since I last posted. Jeeze, I'm such a slacker!!

To be honest, the only reason I haven't been posting much lately...

I've been busy!!

I've been doing the opposite of slacking.

I've been pulling it together, getting out of the house, getting things done.

We've been hittin the local parks, the PAL family resource center, getting the house organized...

Pauline and the gorgeous spring weather have been helping to pull me from my pit of despair.

That being said, yesterday was an off day for me.

Spent most of the day cleaning and organizing my room, going through everything.

Pulling Anthony's socks out of the sock bin, finally, 2 years later.

Going through old pictures, sympathy cards.

It was hard.

Hard to keep going through things, hard to keep smiling, even though it felt fake.

Then I heard the song "Live Like We're Dying" on the radio, and it got my gears turning.

Sometimes we fall down, can't get back up

We're hiding behind skin that's too tough

How come we don't say I love you enough

Till it's to late, it's not too late

Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come

And we could make a feast from these crumbs

And we're all staring down the barrel of a gun

So if your life flashed before you,

What would you wish you would've done

Yeah, we gotta start

Looking at the hands of the time we've been given

If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking

If every second counts on a clock that's ticking

Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say

Gotta live like we're dying

And if your plane fell out of the skies

Who would you call with your last goodbye

Should be so careful who we live out our lives

So when we long for absolution,

There'll no one on the line, yeah

Yeah, we gotta start

Looking at the hands of the time we've been given

If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking

If every second counts on a clock that's ticking

Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say

Gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying..

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say

Gotta live like we're dying

You never know a good thing till it's gone

You never see a crash till it's head on

Why do we think we're right when we're dead wrong

You never know a good thing till it's gone

Yeah, we gotta start

Looking at the hands of the time we've been given

If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking

If every second counts on a clock that's ticking

Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say

Gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying..

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say

Gotta live like we're dying..

Seriously, would I regret not getting all the toys picked up before bedtime, if I died tomorrow?

Would I regret not folding the laundry?

Not making the beds?

Would I regret not putting my kids in daycare so I could work a minimum wage job?

Absolutely not.

I would regret not holding them closer, hugging them tighter, and telling them I love them more often.

I would regret not reading to them more.

I would regret not making their quilts out of Anthony's clothes.

(this is very important to me, because when I get these quilts done, they will each have a quilt made from their daddy's clothes and their most precious baby outfits, and sewn by their mama... truly a keepsake)

I would actually regret not taking more pictures and scrapbooking and journaling for them, so they could know me better through my thoughts.

What would you regret not doing, if you died tomorrow?

Do it.

Today.

Because you really and honestly never know when there might not be another tomorrow.