Ok so on day 8 this is how my day started…

I got woken up by a police officer ringing my doorbell. I freaked. Panicked. They’re only 2 reasons my mind could think of why a cop would be at my door…1. Someone in my house is in trouble or 2. Someone who lives in my house is dead. Since number one didn’t seem logical, number two was my thought, especially because Kris was suppose to be at work. I answered the door shaking. I was bracing myself of what could possibly come out of his mouth…

His first words…

“I’m sorry to have to do this to you”……. Here we go I thought.

“I’m going around the neighborhood interviewing the neighbors of someone who is applying for a job at our department.”

WHAAAAAT???

Ok, omg, thank you Jesus!

First thought, I thanked God for not having to hear what I thought I was about to hear. Second thought, geez…I didn’t realize they would have to do something like that.

Anyways,

the point of me telling you that was this…

What if you weren’t guaranteed time? What if that the last time you saw your spouse was actually THE LAST TIME? I couldn’t help but to have that ruminate through my mind all day. Would if that when I answered the door I really would have heard that devastating news. Would I have been happy with how I responded to him the last time I saw him? Would my actions have been sufficient enough to qualify as being the last thing I’ve ever done with/to him??

I’m not saying you can always live mistake free or always have that perfect spiel for him each time he leaves the house, but just to be aware of the potential that could happen. Not to live in fear whatsoever, but to just be conscientious of the vulnerability of life. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow. We all know that. Are we really living that way though? We wake up every morning, starting every day with almost the same routine. We many times take for granted our loved ones, expecting to see them later. A lot of times my husband and I barely would get out a good bye when he would leave for work. Most of the time, I never thought that much of it. Until you get a rude awakening like I had, is when you realize sometimes.

Thank God mine was just a drill.

All I’m saying is this…

LOVE HIM.

RESPECT HIM.

HOLD AND KISS HIM.

Absorb, take in, and cherish every moment. I mean, TRULY take it in. Fights and arguments aren’t worth it. Nothing is worth it. Don’t allow pride to hinder you from loving and showing love. Make every moment count.