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We Deceive Ourselves


I spent today running around gathering items for a baby shower that we're hosting for my eldest daughter this weekend. (Tenth grandchild coming soon) It was during this time that I started thinking about how precious our moments in life really are. I believe most of us live each day as if we're guaranteed of tomorrow. I faithfully thank God every morning for another day, but I really never embrace all of my moments that I'm blessed with. I just assume that there will be another time - which is probably the healthy thing to do because I can't imagine each day thinking this will be the day of my demise. I do think though that there's something to be said about the saying, live each day as if it was your last.

I'm going to put more effort into my days being filled with moments that create memories for myself and for the people that are a part of my life. I want memories that last up until my mind can no longer hold on to them, but ones that will live in my heart forever!

Peace, Love & Hugs - Create some memories!

   

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