On Wednesday night, the little girl of two people that Matt and I know from high school choked on a carrot and passed away. She was only 2 1/2, so it really hit home with me.
It's kind of sad that it takes something tragic like that to remind me of how fragile life is. I love my boy dearly and know how blessed I am to have him in my life, but I do admit that I don't often try to imagine how life would be without him.
I have a feeling that M and J didn't wake up Wednesday morning wondering what life would be like without their daughter. I'm sure that they didn't consider the idea that this would be the last time they would kiss her goodbye or tell her they loved her. Not that it is something that I like to think about, but we truly have to make the most of every moment we have with these precious little ones.
So kiss your babies tonight and hug them a little tighter than normal. I have shed a few tears for these people and cried a bit over the thought of having to deal with what they are going through. No parent should have to bury their child, and certainly not at such a young age. Love them while you can!