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Today was weird.

After a long chat with a good friend,

it came to me.

Every day is precious.

I mean.

This is the only day in history that Gavin is 5 years, 9 months and 17 days old.
I need to kiss him when he says things like,
"Mom, does Santa make a summer run?"

This is the only day in history that Reese is 3 years and 7 days old.

I need to smile when he wants his blanket tied around his body like a cape.
Over and over and over.

So you know what we did.

We made cookies.





And then.
In a split second.

Bad things started to happen.

I got a headache.
A bad one.

I got a text from one of my girls.
A bad one.

I got a call about Girls Camp.
A bad one.
Gav and Reese got into a fight.

A bad one.

Suddenly my day of rainbows and butterflies was gone.

Now it was tornados and moths.

How could my day turn so bad so quickly?

It was then that I cried.

"Pity party of one . . ."

And let me tell you.
I had a hard time stopping.
No really.
My friends Carrie and Karen must've thought I'd gone NUTS.

And then.

I ended up here.

Checked my baggage at the door.

Sat in silence.

Pondered.

R.E.L.A.X.E.D

And suddenly.

I realized.

We have to taste the bitter to appreciate the sweet.
We have to experience pain to appreciate the pleasure.

We have to suffer through the bad to appreciate the good.

I just didn't expect it to all happen in one afternoon . . .

I love happy endings.