Last week, my husband and the kids went to New Orleans to attend his grandmother’s funeral, and it’s one of those things that makes you stop and think about just how short this life really is.
We’re all here for a little while and none of us get to know exactly how long that “little while” will be.
We might as well make the most of it.
The good days. The hard days. The ordinary Tuesday afternoons. The celebrations, the disappointments, the belly laughs, the tears, the mess, and all the stuff in between.
It’s all ...
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