Paige Thomas DeHart

Good morning, friends. I realize that beyond worrying about Hope’s safety, I am just plain and simply disappointed that her time at home was much shorter than I expected. However, we had many beautiful encounters that would have never occurred had she died in August. I need to rejoice in those days rather than lament that they were temporary. Today’s excerpt is from a time when I was learning a similar lesson. 💕🌷💕

Sometimes I have such bittersweet feelings because I know that this precious time when Hope is my little baby is so fleeting. However, how do I know that there aren’t more precious times ahead with Hope and Laurel and Mike? 
Sometimes I wonder where I’ve been all of my life. I guess looking forward to the best that was yet to come.

I realize that better things may very well be coming, but that the best, so far, is right here and right now. Who cares if this great and poignant beauty of life is not forever? It’s here and I see it. I am experiencing it. 
Sometimes I just hate the way that joy and sorrow are so similar. I guess the seeming polarity is what keeps it all in balance; in perspective—what keeps it all from becoming mundane and keeps me from becoming complacent. 

I am enjoying motherhood so immensely. It’s still so hard not to suffer over what I missed with Laurel, but that’s just another way of depriving myself of enjoying my time with her right now while she’s my sweet nine-year-old. She’s such a beauty; so smart and inherently generous, sensitive, and sweet.
I am so blessed to have such precious children; and to have such a gentle and loving husband. We have come such a long way together. I don’t even recognize us anymore yet the peace between us is so anciently familiar. We are truly learning to live and let live.
I have a wonderful life. I just need to quit being so dramatic and not let the fact that it’s transitory get me down. Like Chopra says, it’s just a parenthesis in eternity and if we can manage to “touch each other and love each other it is worthwhile.”