This next Sunday will be a year. A year since we laced up our shoes, put on our pink and with teary eyes headed out amongst thousands. We ran, walked, talked, laughed and cried our way through the 5km course all knowing how important this run was to us. We were out there for all the mothers, sisters, daughters, sons and everyone else that has been affected by breast cancer but we were deeply connected to this day to fight for Michelle. We lost Michelle to breast cancer this year and not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. As Sunday is nearing and my kids and I are anticipating the run again I am asking myself what have I learned or maybe the truth is, what lessons have I been reminded of.
Clean floors are not as important as tickling my kids.
Think about the big things before saying them, then say them quickly.
Life is a beautiful gift to be treasured and enjoyed, daily.
Ask for help when you need it.
Offer help whenever you can.
See the good.
Laugh, laugh, laugh.
It is just a cold.
Eat lots and lots and lots of kale, but also eat cake.