Understanding Importance

Each day we get to decide what is going to be important to us that day.  Generally this begins with our first waking thought.  This morning I grabbed my phone and checked my e-mail, Facebook, and blog before I even looked at my sleeping husband.  When I realized that, I was very sad.  I never wanted to be one of those people.  Tonight, I’m going to leave my phone in the living room and go cuddle my husband instead.  I’m fairly confident the internet will still exist tomorrow, but each moment with a loved one is not to be wasted.

That’s why I bring you a photo blog explaining how I decided what was important today.

First, our office opens at 9 am.  Not 8, not 8:30…9!  Evidently, no one who called me this morning took that into consideration.  Three calls before 9.  I groaned to Travis, “If this is indicative of what the day is going to be like, I’m going back to bed.”

Evil Phone of Doom

Then I broke two glasses doing the dishes.  We only have 4!  Just in case you don’t care for math, that is half of our glasses.   I broke half of our dishes in about five minutes.

Then, just a few minutes later, the sweetest, most wonderful niece on the planet came to visit me for a while.   That’s when I remembered what is really important.  Sometimes you get fifty phone calls, sometimes you break half your dishes, but I can’t think of a single thing that isn’t made up for completely by looking at this face:

She even has a halo, for goodness' sake!

And my all-time favorite (especially as a woman who hopes upon hopes that her children learn to read at the age of 2):

So, here’s to the important things.  And knowing them when you see them.


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