Last week I took Mattias for a well-check. As I pulled into the parking lot a tall, very attractive woman with stiletto heels and a black skirt suit. I fleetingly had a thought that she had it all together and I was feeling slightly frumpy and squishy around the edges. Once I parked, I looked over at her as she climbed into her car and I noticed she was crying. Immediately my heart sunk. Leaving the doctor's office in tears isn't usually a good thing. I wondered what news she just received and said a prayer for her health and comfort.
I obviously don't know that woman's story, but it gave me a moment's pause. A pause long enough to be reminded how much I have to be thankful for. When you're young, it's easy to take health for granted. But that moment in the parking lot left me feeling deeply grateful for my health, for my husband's health and for the health of our two babies.