Every Day, a Gift

In the whee hours of this morning an airliner took off from Kuala Lumpur on it's way to Beijing. By the time we woke up out of bed after a long night's slumber the plane had disappeared and as we write this it has still not been located. The passenger lists, however, have become public and, in them are a number of young children. Apart from the fact that this was pretty close to home (daddy has been on that very flight before) it was also an opportunity to recognize our vulnerability and to recognize just how fortunate we are for everything we hold dear. Our hearts go out to the many who are in pain right now, just a few miles away or perhaps just up the street. 

But in a time of difficulty it's also important to recognize just how wonderful our life is and continues to be. As the world looked on, focused on the waters off the coast of Vietnam, our girls played with us, with friends, with each other. We went out for lunch and did our shopping. Played in the pool and took naps. Snuggled together and went to bed. The girls were happy and filled with life. They reminded us - as they do each day - just how full our life is. Whether a good day or a bad one, our life is, quite literally, full. We grow with them, through them, for them. 

Each day is a gift for each and every one of us. We move on, in this case without the intense pain of some families in this country tonight. We're filled with the wishes, hopes and love that we sometimes take for granted. Love. Live. Love. Every day a gift.