My youngest daughter Kendra came downstairs tonight to give me a kiss good night. When she came down, she brought some dirty socks her sister had worn that day. I told her to come here and give me some sugar and she threw the socks down and came running to me. About 15 minutes after she left, the socks were still in the same place on the floor. I had to run and go get the camera. I took a picture of the socks and set the background of my desktop to the picture of the dirty sock. Why do something so seemingly crazy? Because one day, these itty bitty socks will be a memory. My children will have moved out of the house and on with their lives. I can’t take this time for granted, for even a moment. Those dirty socks are precious. They represent this time in my life. I can’t waste it. I need to be present in every moment. I don’t want to look back and regret that I wasn’t present enough with my children.
