This morning in the paper I ran across an obituary for a young man about my oldest sons age. He died in a car accident. Then it hit me:
We never really know when our last time with those we love will be.
I took a moment to reflect on my last moments spent with my children and husband. What did I say to them? What was my mannerism? Was I kind and happy and smiling? Did I take the time to hug and kiss them? Did I tell them how much I love them and how proud I am of them?
This really hit home to me.
From this moment on, I am going to consciously try my best to do these things - to make every moment with my loved ones count.
I never know when it may be my last, and I don't want any regrets.