When you have 9 adult children that have moved out and are making homes of their own, but you go upstairs to put laundry away and find your 8 year old on your bed reading — this is a moment to remember. I am blessed. Grown children, grandchildren and still little ones at home. I recognize how blessed I am. I run and get my camera and snap a picture of Bethany. I want to remember this.
I walk outside on a beautiful autumn day and there is Claire without a care in the world running and playing with such joy on her face — another moment to remember. I, again, remember how blessed I am and snap this memory.