I spent some time on Thursday hanging our latest family pictures on the wall. Since moving here 3 1/2 years ago, our formal family photos have always been downstairs, but I decided I'd like them in a more public living space. So after arranging frames and letters on the rug, I hammered about a million holes into the wall and eventually ended up with this.
I think it will make me smile every day.
Last week as I pondered my mortality, I achieved a certain clarity that only seems to come to me in a crisis. I understood more than ever the importance of faith and family. Less meaningful things like holiday shopping, festive parties, the ironing pile, and my waistline slipped into oblivion as I thought about how much I love my children and how grateful I am for my Savior. I realized that I need to cherish holding my baby, to enjoy reading books to my preschoolers, and to take every opportunity to hug and encourage and praise my older boys. I need to hold Garry's hand and express my appreciation to him. I need to spend more time in the scriptures and make my prayers more meaningful. I need to get to the temple again. These are the things that matter most.
Since receiving the amazingly good news that I am tumor-free, I have tried to hold onto the gratitude, peace, and complete joy that settled upon me. It's like an orb of light in my chest. I hope I can always keep my priorities in line. The view from this perspective is amazing.