Every Moment Counts

It's really the little things in life that count.. and there have been so many little moments that have taken my breath away these past couple of days.

The look of sheer panic on my face as Annika takes the brake off when we're parked on a downhill slope.. I swear, we were gonna die.

The realization of just how terrible I was when I leaned in for a kiss that I knew was not going to happen.. not that night anyway ;)

Jumping out the window at the church to retrieve a bag of burnt popcorn before Annika could get to it then having her come in and say "It's gone! I think an animal ran away with it.. or a hobo!" Haha, best laugh I've had in a while :)

The tiny moments that you wish would never end..

A lot of my friends keep quote books, and til lately I've never been able to make my way onto the page of fame. Ha, I don't know what changed, but I'm proud of these two:

"Out there its like you castrate a cow and then go make a sandwich."

"Life works in mysterious ways.. but it works."

See, I can be profound if I want to be ;)

I was recently given this poem and well I love it and want to share it and remember it:

The Builders

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All our architects of Fate,

Working in these walls of Time;

Some with massive deeds and great,

Some with ornaments of rhyme.

Nothing useless is, or low;

Each thing in its place is best;

And what seems but idle show

Strengthens and supports the rest.

For the structure that we raise,

Time is with materials filled;

Our to-days and yesterdays

Are the blocks with which we build.

Truly shape and fashion these;

Leave no yawning gaps between;

Think not, because no man sees,

Such things will remain unseen.

In the elder days of Art,

Builders wrought with greatest care

Each minute and unseen part;

For the Gods see everywhere.

Let us do our work as well, 

Both the unseen and the seen;

Make the house, where Gods may dwell,

Beautiful, entire, and clean.

Else our lives are incomplete,

Standing in these walls of Time,

Broken stairways, where the feet

Stumble as they seek to climb.

But to-day, then, strong and sure,

With a firm and ample base;

And ascending and secure

Shall to-morrow find its place.

Thus alone can we attain

To those turrets, where the eye

Sees the world as one vast plain,

And one boundless reach of sky.

We are who we are based on the things we've experienced, the people who've touched our lives, and the way we've lived our yesterdays. "Our todays and yesterdays are the blocks with which we build."