It is easy to take things for granted. No, I am not going all Dr. Phil on you. It’s just that working in the news business for a decade taught me to appreciate everything. (I also learned that there are a lot of people who are stuck in the 1990’s. Hi, Farmer Brown called and he wants those overalls back.) My memory is overflowing with stories of deceased people I never met. It may explain why I put a shampoo bottle in the refrigerator and can’t remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday. I told their stories on the local news. Each one taught me to appreciate little things in life. Well, a few taught me not to sell drugs or work as a prostitute, but most taught me that you have to enjoy life because tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.
Every time I start to feel overwhelmed or sorry for myself I think about a father I interviewed who lost his daughter to a rare heart disease. She was 3-years-old. I will never forget what her dad said. “The hardest part for me was, I remember thinking, she was the perfect little 3-year-old,” he told me. “And that’s what we have left. She is always going to be a little 3-year-old for us.”
My days aren’t full of rainbows and unicorns. I bitch about stuff. My husband would tell you I complain A LOT. (How hard is it to pick your dirty socks off the floor?) However, I also pause to count the blessings God has given me. I apologize to those of you who logged on to this site to hear jokes about the Mom at my son’s school who clearly goes to an illiterate tattoo artist. I am sorry if you were hoping to read about how I chased the dog around the neighborhood for 15 minutes in what looked like a Benny Hill sketch. Those stories will have to wait because this video got me all sentimental: