I thought I knew 2 years ago what was truly important. I was grateful for my blessings: my husband, my boys, my health, my family and friends. I enjoyed life more than I complained about it. I took opportunities and even some chances. I didn't need cancer to teach me to appreciate my life. But that's exactly what it did. I guess cliches become cliches because they're true.
Yes, I know it is all different.
Now, I know what is important.
I know who I love.
I know who loves me.
I know what I truly have.
I know it can all be gone in a moment.
I know every moment matters.
I couldn't know if it had never changed.
Another day, another story,
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