The Trouble is...

Lately, I can't stop saying enough "I love you's".

To my husband, my daughter, my son, my friends.

Life seems particularly fragile lately. I know it's probably an aftereffect from the Marathon Bombings, the Texas Fertilizer Plant Explosion, and other violent happenings in the past week. Death feels a little more random. With these events, I can't stop thinking about how it happened to every day people.

People who probably liked things like sleeping in, catching a movie, listening to loud music in the car with the windows down, enjoying a cold beer while sitting around a camp fire.

People like you and me, who probably thought their day was going to go just like any other day in their life.

I've been thinking about this Buddha quote a lot: "The trouble is, you think you have time".

How many times have I thought "Oh, I'll do that tomorrow, next week, next month, next year." What if today is my last day? I don't think I can go about my life thinking that way because it would get in the way of every day living and it's almost too exhausting to think about it constantly.

What I can do is: Nuzzle my kids more, tickle them more, rub their backs more, show my love more. I can tell my husband over and over what a great job he did on the barn door, because he deserves the praise, and sometimes I'm not as vocal as I should be. I can make time for things I enjoy in life- writing, reading, genealogy, and outings with friends because life can get dull when you only do what you have to do and not what you like to do.

I can put a little more effort into every day and say "I love you" without abandon.

Why do anything but?