Something the last two months have taught me is to never take things for granted. You never know when a particular moment could be one of the last you spend doing that thing you're doing with the people you're doing it with.
I'm not trying to say that in a really doom and gloom kind of way. Like "oh better soak it all in otherwise it'll be gone before you know it." BUT I do know that the last Christmas my entire family was together was one that we most definitely didn't think would be. I do know that when I left my dad's room at the rehab facility on July 25th that I thought I would see him again. I thought he'd hold his grandson again. I thought all eight of us would be in a room together again.
So on nights like last night, when I get to share food with both of my sisters and watch Outlander (our favorite) cuddled up on this couch with them, I really try to take those moments and freeze them in my mind and memorize them. Because they're precious and with one sister getting ready to go back overseas for a few months, it's hard to know when I'll get to sit next to both of them while they marvel over their nephew's every smile and giggle and silly face.
So if you do nothing else this week, take a minute. Stop what you're doing. Really see where you are and who your with (and yeah, your snuggly fur babies count!) and just close your eyes and say "thank you". Because trust me: there will probably come a day when you'll wish you could rewind. So love it when it's happening as best you can. Even if it's a little painful and messy. ❤