Deep Thoughts….

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: