Everything that is important

Some days are worse than others.

Today was one of those days.

The dark feeling in my chest was so tight I thought I would vomit.

Instead I cried. Wept. Bawled. Left a puddle on my pillow. You get the picture.

But I knew I would pick myself up and make dinner for my family. And I did.

Then tonight I watched Mary show her belly to her daddy via Skype. And David showed him the canteen he made at school. And Mary roared like a dinosaur for her daddy and kissed the screen. And David talked about his big imaginary plans: Tomorrow he's going to a party at Yucky Cheese's and then going to visit his dad in Honduras.

They love their dad. And he loves them. Seeing that love filled my heart.

Later, when I was snuggled between my sweet children on the bed they share, David related to me the history of our family:

"First you were born. Then daddy. Then you and daddy got married. Then I was born. And then Mary was born. That's everything."

Yup, that's everything.

Everything that is important.