Do you ever have those moments that feel so perfect and happy you almost see them from an outsiders perspective on an old film reel? That last part might just be me but I’m sure the first part isn’t!
I had one of those moments the other night. Charlie was in his jammies and in his daddy’s arms and we were all dancing and laughing. It felt so perfect and I kept thinking about that small moment throughout the night. As I went to bed I told Derek how perfect that moment felt and he agreed. We talked about how much we love moments like that where we seem to forget all of the things we are stressed about and just feel pure joy. One of us (I can’t remember which) then said that we wished moments like that lasted forever. I got to thinking about that and I think that those are what lasts forever.
In my faith, we believe in eternal life after death and that through the power of God, we can be with our families forever. While I don’t know all the particulars about what all aspects of life will be like after death (like will there be Publix Subs and Tijuana Flats queso) I think that it will be full of moments of pure joy like I had dancing in the living room with my husband and sweet baby (who is almost 1!).
I had these thoughts on my mind as I was in church yesterday. I was attending with my little family, my parents, younger siblings, and my older sister and her family (who are moving away this week). We stood to sing a song about counting your blessings. I was sitting in the row behind my older sister’s family and my mom and dad and most of my younger siblings and I started to look down the row in front of me. I made eye contact with my mom and saw her looking down the row at her children who were each once her little baby. I started to think about how blessed I am to have such wonderful loving parents who shared and still share special moments with each of their children. Then I thought of my sister and her family and how lucky and blessed I am to have lived close to her this past year. I started to cry and then felt like a real mom because I was getting emotional during a song in church. My little sister Lizzie would definitely call that a mom thing! But there was just something about singing all together about counting our blessings because we are so very blessed. Even though there were tears, it was another moment of perfect joy because I was there with people I love and who have blessed my life so much. When life gets tough I hope I always remember these moments of pure joy and I look forward to an eternity full of them!