And it got me thinkin'... if I knew for a fact that tomorrow wasn't coming, what would I do on my last day? Or better yet, what would I do on the perfect last day, if I could everything go my way for the day?
I'd eat breakfast with my husband and Sawyer. A BIG spread of waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, french toast, you name it. We'd play outside and blow bubbles, color the whole drive way with sidewalk chalk and play games until we're too tired to move. We'd come back inside and build a tent and we'd all take a nap under it together.
|in his tent at my parents' house.|
|mema dean and her girls|
|all of Mema Dean's grandbabies (and great-grandbaby)|
|Papa Dude & Sawyer|
|our wedding day|
|the gazebo at Josh's grandparents'|
|Josh's little brother Jordan & Grandma Ethel at the pool|
|me and Josh's cousins Kasey & Lyndsey at my first trip to the beach with his family in 2005|
|Josh & his parents at our wedding|
We'd load up Josh's jeep and drive home with the top off. We wouldn't even listen to the radio, just ride. We'd let Sawyer sleep with us and snuggle, not caring that his blankey is over our faces or that he is like a human furnace. We'd kiss goodnight and I'd go to sleep knowing that even though the day was my last, heaven will be even better if this is how wonderful it can be on earth.