fresh

My dad always loved the rain. Actually, he liked what everything was after the rain...fresh, clean, smooth. Right now, I feel a fresher look at life. I see a clearer view. My life isn't about what I don't get a chance to do: clean the bathrooms, keep up with laundry, workout every day. It's more about what I do: love my kids, make great memories, enjoy my husband.

There's nothing like death to make you re-evaluate your life. Is mine counting? Am I doing what I was created to do? Do I waste time judging people or do I spend time loving people? Am I too stuck on MY schedule to care about other people? Do I treat my family like a chore or an obligation, or do I treat them like the blessings they are?