One More Day...

Dear Andrew, Addison, Family and Friends;
When tragedy strikes in our world, my heart is full of sadness for the families who are suffering today. To know that in a blink of an eye, “our gifts” in life can be taken away from us. It is not that I am not grateful everyday for my blessings, but it does remind me how fragile life can be.

Many years ago I came upon this poem, I don’t know who the author is, but her words as mother served as a reminder to me that no matter how busy or how troubled life can be, our most precious gifts in life are our families.

Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, 
and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick
 you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you
 teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the 
computer off, and sit with you in the back yard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble 
when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy 
you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won’t worry about what you are going to be
 when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made 
where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I
 won’t stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take you to McDonald’s and buy us both 
a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story
 about how you were born, and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the 
porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss
 my favorite TV show.
Just for this evening, when I run my fingers through your hair as you 
pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift
 ever given.
I will think about the mothers who are searching for their
 missing children, the mothers who are visiting their children’s graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers who are in hospital rooms
 watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside 
that they can’t handle it anymore, and when I kiss you goodnight
I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer.
It is then that 
I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except 
one more day.
Love,
Kimberly  Wechsler