Small Town Living

Today is a perfect, New Mexico day. The sky is amazingly blue and the clouds are white, puffy and floating along without a care in the world. It's in the upper 70's and it's Fair Day. The kids are out of school and the fair parade is the big "to do" for the day. My oldest is marching with the band in his first parade. I haven't really thought much of it, I mean, it's just a parade, right?

My little one and I find a spot on the main street and park our chairs (why I brought him a chair, I have no clue). He is busy playing with the rocks and starts to get excited when he hears the firetrucks! Here they come! The ROTC, the Girl Scouts, the Grand Marshall, and here comes the band!

As I am frantically looking for my son to capture the perfect picture, I spot him and for a split second I am back in the delivery room on June 23, 1996 holding him for the first time. The tears just start to pour. Luckily, despite my "being a woman", I snap a shot. (He is in the black shirt to the right).



Our children grow so fast. I must admit that there are many days that I take advantage of the fact that I assume we will all have another day together. There is no guarantee. I don't mean to be morbid, but it is reality. We have to live life to the fullest everyday! I don't want my depression to rob me of another day. I pray that Christ will shine through me in all I do and in my children. I plan to live everyday with more passion than ever.