No, I’m not going to quote any spiritual lyrics here. But, there have been several reminders in our lives lately of just how sweet, short, and wonderful life is. Tim has been a bike commuter this year as he rides up to school and to the clinic where he volunteers. A couple weeks ago he was on his way home and was hit by a car going around a turn about (if you live in Seattle, you know the kind). After a short visit to the ER and negative X-rays, Tim was able to walk away with only bumps, bruises, and a lot of sore muscles!! (OK mom, I didn’t really want to tell you about this one so sorry you are finding out on the internet)
Then, just a week and half later sweet Reed Rodenbeck entered the world. Some of our bestest friends and neighbors had the cutest little boy in the world at 3:17 am on Thursday, May 13th. I was able to get to the hospital around 4:00 am and see Reed — so precious, innocent, and small! Isn’t amazing to think that all of us were that small at one point?
I think sometimes as we get older and what we consider as wiser (or perhaps just more worldly) we forget that life is fragile and we begin to believe we are indestructible. Perhaps these thoughts climax around high school and linger on as we set out in life to do meaningful things, build a great life, and seek after higher ground. No matter how much I work out, strive to be careful, or make my life “secure” my life is fragile and perhaps more importantly, my life is not my own.
So, I think it’s fair to say that perhaps it’s good to be 28 and see a new life come in to the world and have your husband hit by a car if for nothing else to stop, to breathe, to be grateful, and to celebrate life.