When I look at the blue bowl sitting on my counter I am reminded that life is short. It reminds me to love hard and fast but also to forgive quickly. I am reminded of a time when I didn't have so much to do. So many dishes to wash and clothes to fold, there is always something that needs to be done and it feels like those things cant wait until tomorrow. But what if you don't get a tomorrow? Would it really matter if the dishes didn't get washed and the laundry didn't get folded? It does matter if my kids and husband felt loved. That is what matters I don't want my kids and husband to remember me for my cleaning skills which most of the time are less than stellar. I want to be remembered for the things that do matter. Riding bikes with my kids, answering the endless questions that they ask, talks with my husband about our hopes and dreams. So when I do look at the blue bowl on my messy counter I smile and thank God for what I do have and not worry about what I don't have.
The blue bowl was the last item my mother gave me before she passed away.
