Let me start off by saying it's been a hard few months. I usually struggle this time of year due to winter depression junk. It's common knowledge with Nate and I that we both have a little prepping to do before January hits. But, no matter the amount of preparation, I still struggle. This year, has been ecceptionally worse. I hide it. I've gotten pretty good at that over the years. Depression has been a big part of me and it's a constant battle. I've learned over the years how to deal with it on my own mainly because medications have an opposite effect on me, therefor, I gave up on trying to find one that worked. Nonetheless, it's been a tough one, this year. Not really sure why. I really have no reason. My life is amazing. I have 2 VERY sweet little girls.
I take it for granted. I spend too much time feeling sad and down and depressed during this time of year and the only thing I get from it is a million little happy moments dissappeared before I can enjoy them and hold on to them. I need to be more loving and live in the moment. I need to smile every time I go to put my make up on in front of a smudgy mirror and realize how blessed I am to have little girls who put those smudges on there for me to be reminded every day of that blessing. I need to be grateful that they have hands to splash all the water out of the tub with. I need to be happy that they can run fast enough to run me over and almost knock me down. I need to be happy that they have eachother to fight with. I need to be patient with boo-boos and tears. I need to get on my knees more and thank my Heavenly Father for my wonderful life and my healthy family.
I am greatful. I'm greatful for all these things. Just not to the extent that I should be. I'm working hard to change that. I want to appreciate the little things. The many slobbery kisses. I do love them.
I was reminded of how blessed I am and how precious life really is when I read a story on someone's blog. I really encourage everyone to take the time to read this heart-wrenching story about a mothers struggle. It really made me think... a lot. Mostly about the little things and what they mean to me. Life is so precious and it's definitely something I take for granted. I'm not invinceable. Anything can happen. (I recommend some tissue. It will hit hard.)
Hold your little ones a little tighter, a little longer. Give them hugs that mean something and remember that they are a gift.
Thanks to my cousin for being the leading roll in my new journey to love life a little more. I know there are some out there, like me, who sometimes struggle at the little things and need constant reminders of the true importance of happiness. I'm right there with you.