The Last Day

Although the last official day of Summer is more than a month away, my summer ended today. Tomorrow embarks the 4th year of me as a banker/PR Specialist turned teacher. So, Gavin and I made the most of it. We had a mother/son breakfast date at Chick-Fil-A. I was trying to do good by just having a fruit and yogurt parfait, but someone had to have some. That left me no choice but to enjoy one of his chicken mini biscuits. Oh the sacrifices mothers make.

We then headed to one of our favorite stores, Target, and found some sweet deals (I'm sounding a little like Napoleon Dynamite). Then it was home to get in a leg workout and I think because Gavin went down for a nap later in the day, he slept for an extra long time. I had planned on us playing outside, but his extended nap time allowed me to get some things done around the house instead. We had a nice visit with the cousins and then it was on to family swim time, topped off with dinner from the grill.

We really made the most of this last day, but that got me to thinking. Shouldn't we live every day as if it could be our last? Every day I should be taking a mental note of the sound my baby's feet make when he runs in the house. And every day, I should stare just a second or two longer at my husband's face. While school may be starting up, I have to remember to really and truly live life since we are never guaranteed our next breath. You would think I believe my own philosophy since I was out sweeping the front porch like it wasn't going to happen again until next June.