My husband once told me that if you stumped your toe that everyone in my family would come running with a band-aid. He’s right and that’s what I love about the massive horde of people that I call my family. (Seriously we’re huge, think My Big Fat Greek Wedding minus the Greek) This week has been no exception as one of us is going through their own war. No matter how close or far away you are to that person you still get your guns out and fight it with them because you are apart of the same cloth. So, I sit here after a long and trying day to ignore a heavy heart and the thought of the days and weeks to come. In doing so…

I hear the laughter of a beautiful, strong and loved man while he bathes his daughter,

I smell a venison roast roasting in garlic, wine and stock in the cold night,

I taste a smooth glass of red wine calming my nerves,

I feel the most precious lips of a two year old kissing my cheek goodnight,

and I ask myself, “how did I ever get so lucky to be blessed with this life?”

courtesy Rebecca McCoy Photography