I read this article last night.
I chose things that must get done today and made a list.
I chose things that couldn't wait.
Things that defined who I am and who I want to be.
On my list today:
Couch to 5k
After this blog post, I'll be crossing couch to 5k off my list, and then the rest of the night will be spent editing photos and meeting client deadlines.
The article suggests "3" musts... but work and diapers couldn't be left off the list, so five it was.
I called Sharon first this morning, and when I put the phone back on the receiver I wiped away the tears and told myself I did the right thing calling, even if we both ended up crying.
Today marks the 3rd month that her brother has been gone. A date I'll never forget because Jude was born the following day.
Next, I did the diaper laundry.
And later, when Joel got home (with a migraine) and all the boys were napping, I slipped out for a trip to the post office.
I went to mail in my packet for Be The Match.
I'm really bad about going to the post office, and so today I made it a priority that couldn't be ignored.
I didn't want to leave it in our mailbox because of the weather and the possibility of it damaging my samples, so I told myself I would take it to the post office soon.
I drove there not thinking about anything really, but when I parked and grabbed the envelop... I stopped before opening the car door.
It was raining.
I slipped it inside my jacket next to my heart and got out of the car.
As I was walking... I swear every step held so much meaning.
Maybe it's because I'm a woman, or maybe it's because I've seen so much pain caused by cancer... but I felt this deepness inside telling me to protect that envelop because it could save a life.
I slipped it into the "out of town" slot, held the door for an older man on my way out, and got into my car.
And as I backed out, and drove down the alley so I could make a right turn back to our home... I looked left and then right.
Left is where the Green Bean use to be.
A quiet, beautiful coffee shop that I use to go to. The owner and my friend, Connie, use to sit occasionally and chat with me.
Rick occasionally rang me out.
And one beautiful day last November, I photographed their wedding.
And a few short months later they found out Rick was sick; and after a heroic battle with metastatic melanoma, he died.
I turned right and began to cry.
I thought of my session this past weekend with Gavin. He was the recipient of an organ donation a few years back... I thought about his smiles, and laughs and the time I spent with him and his family.
(that's Gavin being held by his brother)
Flashes going through my mind of Gavin, Rick, Connie, Sharon, my brother's family, Chris & Curt...
So much joy and sorrow overwhelmed me.
That envelop means so much more than I thought when I signed up online.
I hope someday I can save a life.