I think all this thinking of mine got started because I was listening to Sandra Bullock's acceptance speech this morning on the radio. She said, "I would like to thank what this film is about for me which are the moms that take care of the babies and the children no matter where they come from. Those moms and parents never get thanked. I, in particular, failed to thank one. So…(pauses here cause sandra is getting teary) if I can take this moment to thank Helga B. for not letting me ride in cars with boys until I was 18 because she was right. I would’ve done what she said I was gonna do. For making me practice every day when I got home. Piano, ballet, whatever it is I wanted to be. She said to be an artist, you had to practice every day, and for reminding her daughters that there’s no race, no religion, no class system, no color, nothing, no sexual orientation that makes us better than anyone else. We are all deserving of love."
I'm getting dressed for school and I don't know if hubby realized it, but I was getting teary listening to her because I was flooded with memories of my mom and dad. I'm thankful they knew how much I loved them and we could say "I love you" to each other.
The thing is we don't know what tomorrow will bring. Recent disasters in Haiti and Chile make me wonder how many people failed to tell someone they loved them and now they will never have the chance.
Just in case you haven't heard this lately----I love you hubby, Jordan, Sarah, and Kristeen.