This morning I groaned outwardly when the girls woke me up early on our day off of school and asked for me to make them breakfast.
While trying to get ready for our day, I was interrupted no less than ten times with constant calls of "Mommy" from three rooms away, and I was less than patient when tending to their needs.
In the car on the way to El Paso, I was annoyed with their loud volume and intermittent bickering over a toy.
Just as we were getting into the car to leave for our appointment for long overdue portraits of the girls, I fought back feelings of anger when Punkin tripped in a classic skin meets driveway spill leaving her brand new shoes scuffed and just unwrapped pair of tights torn to the point of destruction.
Back in the car on our way home, I had to raise my voice again when what started as a fun game turned into complaints, accusations, arguing, and general unruliness in the backseat.
Upon returning home I hurried them out of the car, rushed them through their bedtime routines, and quickly tucked them into bed so I could enjoy some time to myself.
One hour later, I learned that a co-worker's 16 year old son was in a terrible car accident on his way home from his girlfriend's house last night. This afternoon he passed away while his mother sat beside him holding his hand.
Life can change in an instant. In the course of our busy, hectic lives it's so easy to forgot to take a moment to just enjoy what we have, to be grateful for all that we have been blessed with even when those blessings sometimes have the capability to drive us crazy. It shouldn't take a tragedy like this one to remind me to hug my kids tighter, to give them my full attention when they ask for it, or to relish every moment I have with them. But starting right now, I will.