Okay, we all know that some day, we are going to die — unless the Rapture occurs first. Yet this morning, I was thinking about the thought of if I knew I only had months to live, how would that change or affect the way I live today? I thought about my boys — all the many frustrations that occur and the joys too. I thought how I would want to spend every minute with them doing special things. I thought of how some things I like to do, like reading, wouldn’t matter if I only had months to live. I would want to live those months so that my boys would know that Mommy loved them very much. I do love my boys very much, but sometimes, I get “lost” in the “largeness” of thinking I have years yet with my boys. I don’t know that I do, and even then, those years go by very fast. I was thinking how I need to treasure each day that I have with my boys. I want my boys to remember that they were loved and are loved — not because of how clean the house is, how tasty the meals are, how attractive I look, but because Mommy spent time loving and playing with them and teaching them.