SO MUCH WASTED TIME

I read an article about David Cassidy's last words. "SO MUCH WASTED TIME!"

This resonate's in my families lives. There are people in my own family not speaking to each other. There are people in my husband's family not speaking to us. The reasons? Everyone has their own opinion on who is right. Our children see it all. Hear it all. Tuck it away inside. We have tried to make peace but it takes the other side to want this too. They made it loud and clear they want none of us. So much wasted time.

So. How do you fix this? You don't. You forgive and then you turn to the ones who you love and love you back. Don't waste time. Find those around you that bring you joy! Laughter! LOVE! Everyday I wake up and pray in gratitude for blessing me. Thankful for our busy life.

Kate is turning SIX YEARS OLD, November 30. Almost six years ago we were thrown into the unknown. So much to learn. So much fear! Now Kate has grown so much and so have we! We couldn't love Kate more! She taught us more in her six years. Personally I learned how to accept everyday as a gift. That such precious moments are in squeezes! Kisses! Or just watching her learn something new! Kate has been learning so much in her school. Potty training! Feeding herself!

So this very holy Christmas Season, maybe we can't "fix" our family problems. What we can do is find our happiness in each other. Family we enjoy, friends that have become part of our family! Don't forget the lonely and those that need that extra hand. Reexamine your own treatment of others and mend what can be mended. DON'T WASTE TIME! Let this be a new beginning, no regrets.

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