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My lovely friend, Tim, is taking over Small Moments Mondays this week and is sharing a moment that has changed how he approaches each day.

Tim is one of the warmest and most generous people I’ve ever known. He is so incredibly genuine and supportive and is loved by bloggers everywhere. I met him on Twitter and am so delighted to call him my friend.

Thank you for sharing your story, Tim. You are truly an incredible person.

Revelation — by Tim

Just this last Tuesday March 1st, 2011 my dad and I are driving to a local bank. He is driving and I am in the passenger seat.

We get on to the freeway with no problems and are cruising effortlessly as usual when suddenly my dad starts moving toward the left lane to make a lane change.

I have made a habit of looking for cars in blind spots even when I’m in the passenger seat, and as I am doing it, I am shocked to see a car right next to us that we are about to strike. I yell out whooooooaaaaaaaaaaaa or noooooooo or something to that effect and I tense up, preparing for the worst. I must admit that I nearly did not yell as I was shocked that there was a car there.

It didn’t seem real. I don’t think I even have time to muster a single thought besides a quick we’re going to die. I’ve always wondered about the concept of one’s life flashing before their eyes. How would that even occur in a sudden death situation?

Miraculously, my dad instantly recognizes what my scream/yell is all about and guides the wheel  back to the right to avoid impending doom.

I am shaken and he admits that only my shout made him realize a car was there.

I have no idea what would have happened had we hit that car but  throughout the day I think about every unpleasant scenario.

Would we have been injured or worse?

Would the other driver been injured or worse?

I feel at the 70 Miles per hour that both vehicles had been driving, it likely would have been bad.

After spending the day playing the what if game, I have a revelation.

My dad is still here.

I am still here.

We get a second chance at life and a second chance to make sure that those we love know just how important they are.

No more taking for granted the good things or the small moments that make life wondrous.

The next time I hear the ocean waves crash against the beach I will listen a bit closer, and the next time I hug someone I will hug a little tighter.

Now, please go follow Tim on Twitter, like him on Facebook, and check out his fun t-shirt site, Soge Shirts. He has so many great t-shirts, but this one is my personal favorite.

The luckiest girl in the world

This week on Small Moments Mondays, I am honored to have my dear friend Melissa, from Confessions of a Dr. Mom, as guest host.

My fondness for Melissa began from reading her words and blossomed when I met her in person.

I’ve written about her before, about how much I enjoy her company. She has a calmness about her…a gentle and soothing nature that truly feels like a hug.

I am so grateful to call Melissa a real friend. And this piece that she wrote for Small Moments Mondays is so incredibly lovely and is written from a place of true vulnerability and honesty. I identify so strongly with this piece that my heart nearly burst when I read it for the first time.

Thank you, Melissa, for sharing your words here and for your friendship. I am so blessed.

The Luckiest Girl in the World — by Melissa

Driving home from the ultrasound, the news was still settling in. When you find out news you have secretly been wishing for, you don’t necessarily celebrate immediately. You ponder the accuracy of it. Hesitant to start planning and dreaming about what life will be like. However, I could no longer suppress my smile. Visions of tiny pink onesies, hair bows, and dresses came rushing to me. We are having a girl. “I can’t believe it!” I said excitedly. I glanced over at my husband who had been quiet, maybe in shock. I wasn’t sure. Then out of the corner of his mouth came a smile. Clearly, it was still sinking in for him too. Then I noticed the tears filling up his eyes as he said this: “I can’t believe one day I will be walking my daughter down the aisle on her wedding day.”

Those words hit me hard. I was not prepared. I was barely grasping the concept of holding a tiny baby girl in my arms. I could only get as far as dressing her. Here was my husband emotionally preparing himself for the day he would have to kiss his unborn daughter good-bye on her wedding day. It was then that I realized how lucky our baby girl already was.

Memories of my own father started creeping in and I could no longer deny them. For I had spent most of my life wishing I had a different kind of father. A father who didn’t drink. A father whose body and soul weren’t at the mercy of his alcoholism. A father who would guide me through life, providing stability and love. A father who would be present for my moments, both big and small. A moment like my wedding day. He was not there.

I glance over again at this man sitting next to me, my husband, and I’m filled with a deeper appreciation and love. He is already a wonderful father to our son and now, our unborn daughter. I knew instantly he would be the kind of father she deserved. He would guide her with strength and love. He would be there for dance recitals, gymnastics meets, and soccer games, whatever she chooses to do. He will be there.

Our daughter is now three years old and I am more certain than ever. He will continue to share in her joys and weather the storms. He will withstand the tantrums, the eye-rolls, the tumultuous teenage years, and whatever else she may throw his way. He will be her father through it all. And on that day, when she may need him the most to comfort and reassure her, he will be there. His heart filled with pain, pride, and an insane amount of love, he will walk her down that aisle and kiss his baby girl good-bye.

This is why my daughter is the luckiest girl in the world.

Now that you’ve read Melissa’s heartfelt words, please go visit her.  Be sure to read the heartbreaking Crashing Down. You’ll also love How Parenting Advice is Like GPS.  And lastly, don’t miss Breastfeeding Broke My Heart, a piece that shows Melissa’s strength of character, dedication to her children, and extreme honesty.

And once you’ve visited her, be sure to find her on Twitter and Facebook.

Because of the other…

Dear Katie and Matthew,

I have always known that I had enough love in my heart for both of you. I knew that I would love you to the moon and back. I also realized that I would love you differently.

What I didn’t know is that I would love each of you even more because of the other.

Where you, Katie, weren’t one for extended cuddling, Matthew cannot get enough.  Those hugs and snuggles that he gives me flood a place in my heart that needed filling. But, his readiness to offer me so much affection makes me love and appreciate you more. When you approach me and ask me to snuggle with you, my heart nearly explodes because I can feel the love radiate off you in those moments. I know that they matter to you…each and every hug, kiss, and cuddle is invaluable.

And Matthew, when you take risks, climbing on everything, throwing yourself in over your head, I remember how Katie was more reserved. I had often worried that she was too timid and wondered if I should help teach her to take some risks. Now? When my heart lurches in my chest at the sight of you standing on the sofa, just giggling with delight, I am so proud of you, but I also appreciate Katie’s careful and deliberate nature.

Katie, you were such a peaceful baby. Life with you was like a dance…rhythmic and easy. Your daddy and I felt as though we were doing something right and believed in of ourselves as parents. When I needed to feel strong and confident, you gave me that. I will never forget that, Katherine. When Matthew arrived, there was no dancing. We ran hurdles…what felt like insurmountable hurdles. But they weren’t and we worked through the sleeping and reflux troubles and ever so slowly we found our rhythm. He pushed me to dig deep, to reach for solutions and then new solutions when those no longer worked. He taught me that I’m tougher and more resilient than I ever imagined.

Katie, you entered my world and taught me what it was to be a mother, to love beyond comprehension, and Matthew, you taught me about surprises and about trusting fate.

I am so grateful for your differences. For your individual strengths and weaknesses. You have taught me so much about myself…about your father…about life.

I couldn’t have asked for more wonderful children.

You are each made even more precious by your sibling.

I love you beyond measure, my beautiful babies,


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