I have been super, super, super occupied with many things the past few weeks. And I have neglected you, my faithful {few} readers. Spank me with a wet noodle or something and all will return to its normal state.
So, I've been thinking alot lately about where our lives go, probably because my oldest is really, really close to deciding which institution of higher learning I'll be writing my checks to for the next four years. Seriously, when did he stop wearing diapers?
And I've been reading the book, The Last Block in Harlem, too.
And I've been watching all the Tim Tebow updates I could find. (See, I have been super busy with really important stuff.) He really sums it all up:
"When you die there's gonna be a tombstone. It's gonna have your name. It's gonna have the year you were born. It's gonna have the day you die. In between there's gonna be a dash and that dash is gonna represent everything that you did in your life - good and bad. It's how you're remembered. What do you want your dash to represent?"
Keep that in mind as you walk through the days of your lives.