Today is a new day.

I’m highly motivated today, and smiley, and having a good time.  I promise you, there’s a reason behind it.

There was a little boy that I once babysat.  His family lived one cul-de-sac over from our house, and they had three beautiful kids.  The middle child, a boy, was so cute.  He had wild eyes, a huge smile, and he stuttered.. not because he had a speech impediment, but because everything he wanted to say was SO important to him that he couldn’t get it all out at once.  He had a slight lisp that totally fit his personality. 

His family moved not long after I had gone off into the world, and I still run into parts of them.  I still see his mother regularly around town, and his older sister found me on Facebook.  They were a genuinely loving family, and our families were interchangable growing up.

This little boy was killed in a motorcycle accident yesterday.  He was 19.  Nineteen years old.  He had just graduated high school.  He was just starting to figure life out.  He was robbed of his chance at life.  I am, for lack of a better word, heartbroken.

When I think back on him, I don’t see the lanky teenager he grew up to be.  I still see that little five year old boy, with shiny eyes and a sincere appreciation for everything.

My heart and prayers are with his family during this time, and it made me love every kick in my gut last night, and made me hold Bryan a little tighter while he fell asleep.  It’s so quick, this life that we have.  So make sure it’s full of forehead kisses, Book Clubs, water guns, and cake.

It’s just gone too soon, in the end.