Barefeet in High Heels

Yesterday a 22 month old little girl lost her battle with leukemia. One of her family members was a close friend of mine. In her last few hours, the doctors moved her to a big bed so her parents could hold her as she slipped away.

Tomorrow I'm going to remember little miss Paxten and pray for patience, love, understanding, and thankfulness with the mini's.

And today? Well, today I'm going to play tag, and hide and go seek, and ring around the Rosie, and whatever else my boys ask me to do. The blog will come later. Because you never know when there's not going to be a tomorrow.