I was with my older sister last weekend as her almost 4-year-old fell asleep in her lap.
She said…you never know when the one time this happens will be the last time it happens.
I am actually starting to get a lump in my throat right now even as I write this.
And it hit me.
I really don’t remember the last time when one of my boys fell asleep on me.
Because how would I know it was going to be the last time?
When is the last time Ry is going to ask me to find his puppy blanket before he goes to bed.
When is the last time AJ is going to ask me to hold his hand.
We just don’t know. We can’t know.
But imagine if we lived like every single time was the last time.
Don’t you think we would enjoy life a little bit more?
Maybe I would have not sighed when my baby called me from his crib upstairs if I had realized that was the last time it was going to happen.
Maybe I would have stopped what I was doing and happily gone to play a game if I knew it was the last time candy land would be requested.
So maybe we should pretend every time is the last time.
Don’t you think?
Enjoy every single second of every single day.
Because you never know if this time?
Will be the last time.