“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.”
I have seen this quote floating around the internet with pictures of weddings and newly born babies and little girls finding starfish on the beach and such.
And I keep thinking, that no, life is not made up of moments that take our breath away. In reality life is made up of dirty laundry and spilled milk and tires that get stuck in the mud, and in between those times there are little glimpses of heaven we get to store up in our hearts.
But we must look carefully or we will miss the glimpses. They are fleeting. A mere whisper. And before we even realize it they are gone.
We have not had a lifetime full of moments that take our breath away. No Nobel Peace Prizes here or weddings on the beach at sunset or invitations to the White House.
Today we swept the floor three times and loaded the dishwasher twice. We filled out assignment sheets, called out spelling words, and cleaned up potty accidents. There was bickering and sassing and whining.
But in between all that there was a 15 year old brother making his baby sister giggle like crazy with his smooches. There were 3 little girls clapping in glee outside my kitchen window chanting in unison, “Mommy’s frying okra! Mommy’s frying okra!” There was a 4 year old who told me I can’t imagine how much she loves me.
Those are the moments life is made of. They won’t make it into any photo albums or scrapbook pages. But be sure not to miss them. They are the best part of this crazy thing called life.