Perspective

Yesterday was a fun day. We had watched Food Network awhile back and saw on "Diners, Drive-in's, and Dives" a dive in the San Diego area called Studio Diner. We decided to check it out! Once we located it we found ourselves on a waiting list of 30-45 minutes. It wasn't a large place, but most everyone there was a die hard fan and willing to wait any length of time they were told. After 40 minutes we were seated in the back, which was a good idea because of our two rambunctious children. I ordered the most amazing ruben and Rachel had a pancake as big as her head! Not only did Abigail introduce herself to everyone sitting around us, but Rachel proceeded to accidentally dump her apple juice in the waiting area. Needless to say, I think they were glad we were on our way out. :) After this small adventure we decided that the monsoon type weather didn't agree with us and we drove to the nearest inside mall. Having children under the age of 5 we found ourselves invariably in the Disney store. They were having a "Draw Mickey" lesson and my husband was very excited about this. We all took a spot in the back of the store and collected our supplies necessary for drawing Mickey. Abigail lasted about 5 minutes and Rachel about 6, but Dave went to town and loved every minute!

After coming home and eating some fruit we put the girls to bed and felt pretty good about our Saturday jaunt. I sat down at my computer to relax when I read that one of my friends had a friend that lost her child that very same day. It was SIDS and he was 6 months old. My heart sank and all of a sudden my day with my family seemed so much more than I had previously thought. How could one day hold such different outcomes for two different families? Here we were relaxing after a fun day out and another family was mourning the loss of their son. I realized as I laid in bed last night, pillow laden with tears, that I had so much to be thankful for and when Abigail woke up in the middle of the night I ran in with more vigor than previous nights. I held her tighter than before and kissed Rachel longer than she probably liked. It shouldn't take a tragedy to make us feel this way, but I guess sometimes it does. To all my friends and family, I love you!