Moments in Life

yesterday i posted a seemingly meaningless blog about my workout regimen. today it appears meaningless because i read this beautiful blog about joey + rory. prior to reading this post last night, i had seen their names on my newsfeed several times. it didn't mean too much at the time as i had never heard of this couple. however, i kept seeing post after post about them. last night i finally read rory's blog. the post i read was about his wife's funeral service. she had recently passed away due to cancer.

it is so beautiful. every paragraph. every sentence. every word. it is so thoughtful. it is lyrical. it should be no surprise that his blog is so elegant being that him and his wife were singers and songwriters.

their story is painful to read about, but to read it through his eyes, is magical. to experience their love story through his eyes is earth shattering.

it made me feel ridiculous for writing a lengthy blog about working out.
who fucking cares?

life isn't about your diet or workout plan. it is about the moments we share with others - our family, friends, and loved ones. the wonderful moments. the adventurous moments. the painful moments. the confusion moments. the maddening moments. the silly moments. the scary moments.

life is about moments.

at this very moment, as i sit here and write this post, i am watching my sweet puppy lay in the grass enjoying every bit of warmth and sunshine this day has to offer. she is living in her sweet puppy moment.

keith and i often talk about how we only get this one life. one shot at it. so we might as well make it great. we better enjoy it. our life's memories should be filled with the moments we want not the moments we wish we had.

enjoy today, for there will never be another.

xoxo,
ks

what's meant to be, is meant to be.

i read something awhile ago that resonated with me. the article spoke about how human nature is to look for patterns in things. we tend to relate things to other things that really don't have anything to do with each other. or we try to find meaning in things that have no meaning at all. i think this struck a cord with me because i read this after shortly after layla passed away. and, as most of you know, also shortly after layla died, we adopted denali. as hard as we tried not to, we related a lot of things denali does to her.

her sweetness. her desire to be loved. her lean. her sass. her need for snuggles. her dominating personality. her gimpy leg.

the signs all pointed to "she was meant to be." and i don't doubt it for a minute, but we attributed it to her similarities to layla, not her own "denaliness". but we try our hardest not to. because she is denali. not layla. we also know we chose her for other reasons.

to save her. to complete our home. companionship. love.

as much as she is different from layla, because she is an independent and stubborn lady, she will forever remind us of her. her adoption date will always be near layla's passing date. her leg issues will always be a reminder of layla's end of life struggles. her sweetness, love, and zest will always remind us of our peppy and happy girl.

and as much as we try not to make up patterns and try not to relate her to layla. i find that it is ok that we do. denali helped this grieving house. she did not replace layla, no other dog ever could, but she did help complete our family again. she brought life back into our home. she brings energy, craziness, and excitement.

as much as i try to separate denali from layla, it's tough. just today i was setting up her microchip information that that i finally received. the rescue organization had input some information to her online profile. so, when i logged on it had her name, birth date, etc. it was exciting to see her birth date on there because we have always been kind of unsure of the exactly date.

do you know who she shares a birthday with?

LAYLA.

if this isn't a fucking sign, i don't know what is. she was definitely meant for us.

xoxo,
ks