Finishing the First Week

So much has happened this week. Much of it has been sad. My dad's cousin lost her little boy in a fire. He was five, and such a joy. I only spent a small amount of time with him in his short life, but he was always such a dear and a sweet, sweet boy. My dad has been with the family all week. My heart aches for them. I don't have children of my own, but I do love certain children like they were my own, my nephew and nieces, and the boys I babysit. It feels so wrong when children die. I hope we can cling to the memories, and find peace in not waisting the life we have to live. Every year on my cousin Matt's birthday I think about how old he'd be, and wonder what he would be doing. If he would have children, what sort of woman he would have married, whether he'd be far away on the mission field, or somewhere in the states. I remember that when he died we would tell stories about how he was in heaven playing basketball, waiting for the rest of us to join him.

This has been the background music to my week.

I am still caffeine free. Though I did have some sugar and some dairy this week, I have stuck with it.

I have a wonderful husband, beautiful home, solid support system, am about done with my bachelors, and have no good reason not to make the most, the absolute most, of every moment.