To The Moon and Back

My sister's friend from high school posted a blog on her facebook page this morning.  This family has lost not just one, but two children within a year and a half.  One from a strep infection that turned sepsis and one from SIDS.  I cannot imagine. I am not sure that I would be able to get back up from that.  They have two surviving boys and a deep faith in God that seem to be pulling them through.  But I am amazed.

And humbled.

So often we grumble our way through life.  The boys won't give me space.  They are fighting with one another to the point I want to scream.  They are arguing with me at every turn.  And as I read their blog perspective kicks in and I am once again reminded how very blessed I am to have these two little people and all the frustrating moments I have with them.  Once again I am reminded how short and brutal life can be and I need to hold on to what I have while I have it.

Grant came upstairs while I was reading the blog.  "What's wrong mama?"

"Nothing baby, just reading something very sad that makes mommy want to hug you. Do you know how much I love you?"

"Uh....no mama."

"I love you to the moon and back my baby."

Silence.

"You want me to go to the moon mama? I don't want to go to the moon in a rocket ship!!"

"No, no moon for you."

"Ok mama. I love you too."

 Blessed.