Not to get all philosophical on everyone but, gosh darn it, life is short, isn’t it? One minute you’re crawling around in your diaper and the next you’re watching your own kid doing the same thing.

It’s hard to believe next month I will be turning 38. I don’t mind it one bit. I say as long as we are able to have another birthday, who cares? I still feel like I’m 23. People think I look 26 (I’ll take it).  Although some things in my life have had to change.

I used to eat an entire large pepperoni pizza by myself for dinner. Now, I limit myself to a couple pieces. I used to run a 9 minute mile. Now, the treadmill is not really my friend. I can’t have 10 Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Vanilla Ice Cream for lunch. Instead, it’s a salad.

The accident on Friday was scary. What really got me was taking a few things I would need for the weekend out of the car before it was towed. I opened the back door and saw Anderson’s car seat…still buckled in…but angled a little. I almost lost it. Thank God he wasn’t in the car with me.  I’d give anything to keep him safe from harm for the rest of my days. When I picked him up on Sunday and saw him smiling running down the stairs with his arms open, the hug he received was the best I had ever given.

Let the ones you love know you love them. Life is too short to hold on to grudges. Let things go and be thankful each and every day you have another day to make a positive difference in someone’s life.