"Let me live to be 100"

Anyone else have an irrational fear of dying young? I know quite a few people who have an age limit in their mind for how long they'd like to live but not me. Let me live to be 100. Give me all the birthdays. As long as I am still mentally sound, I want to live to see it all. Every single day these girls make me grateful to be alive. I find when we're driving in the car, the girls giggling in the back I start thinking about their lives and all that they will do. I think about how life can change in a split second and I hope I am blessed to be there for it all. I don't know why this is so heavy on my mind, perhaps simply because I love the life I live but also maybe because every ache I feel lately I think "I hope this isn't a stroke or a heart attack or cancer." Working in health care has ruined me. When did I become one of those crazy people? Raise your hand if you're right there with me.

On a lighter note, I found myself thinking about having a tiny baby again last night. I cuddled Isla for a long time, my girl who seems to be growing up at lightning speed and as I studied her fingers I started missing how tiny they used to be. It's funny how you go through phases with children where one minute you feel like you can barely handle them and the next your thinking "whats one more?" It wasn't until this afternoon when I brought the girls outside to take these pictures that I remembered how dysfunctional we really are and that we are one day closer to everyone smiling the first time. I sure hope they are more cooperative for family pictures tomorrow.

Lastly, I wonder if Zac Efron can actually play the piano because I'm sitting here watching The Lucky One with all the hearts in my eyes like a teenage girl. Forever a Zac fan.