One of the programmers Josh works with died Monday in a car accident. He had two sons, age 6 and 8. Suffice it to say it's put both of us in a really icky funk. Josh ended up coming home from work early yesterday, unable to concentrate on anything and wanting to kiss his boys. And today, besides my aching heart and constant thoughts and prayers towards the family that must be in complete shock right now, I'm looking around at everything in a sort of thankful haze. Its sad that it takes a tragedy to make us realize how lucky we are.
It's really about the little things.
Little baby feet that just beg to be kissed.
Sitting on the kitchen floor eating warm bread, straight from the oven, with really fancy butter.
Dancing barefoot to Rilo Killey, with no one over the age of 2 to see you.
Felting Easter eggs with an over-eager toddler.
"The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life". ~Robert Louis Stevenson