Hi friends – let me start by saying this: I wasn’t at all planning on doing this sort of post, I was actually planning on doing quite the opposite – a happy, cheerful post, because it seems that with all of the sadness surrounding us right now we could all use a little bit of joy in our lives. BUT, last night something happened and it hit me so hard and I wanted to share this quick little story with y’all . . . so sit back, relax and listen up (I’ll keep it short & sweet!)
Last night Taylor & I got into a fight over money. We never fight about money and it just so happens that after moving across country and not getting jobs until recently, we began running out of money – quite literally, friends!
And I began feeling stressed, which led for us to fight and pull away from each other . . . and here is another shot of honesty for you – as much as I’d like to say that we both handled it really well and used what we’ve learned in the last four weeks of our marriage course to handle the situation, neither of us did.
We got frustrated with each other and both of us walked away from the situation angry and annoyed and not wanting to address the situation. We did quite the opposite of what our marriage course has been teaching us #marriagefail #workinprogress
But in all seriousness, then it hit me.
On Sunday night 59 people (at least) in Las Vegas left their homes to go to a country music concert and never came back home.
59 people kissed their loved ones for the very last time . . .
59 people will never see their loved ones again . . .
And here I am standing in our bedroom, feeling angry and frustrated with my husband who is alive and healthy and loves me more than anything in the world.
While complete terror took over Las Vegas on Sunday night, I slept peacefully next to my husband . . . something that we take advantage of time and time again.
As I sit here writing this my heart breaks thinking of those who lost a loved one in the attack and the deep hurt that they must be feeling right now.
. . .
Tomorrow is never guaranteed – 59 people didn’t return back to their homes and their families on Sunday night, and as I thought of the people who lost their lives, I was reminded of what really matters and it certainly wasn’t our fight about money . . . what mattered is that we have each other, our families and God – and y’all, that’s all we need.
Don’t worry about the small things – even when they feel like the big things, and hug your loved ones a little tighter tonight - be sure you tell them that you love them. And don’t just do it today, do it every day, because you never know when it will be the last time.
Please continue praying for the victims, their families, friends, loved ones & all that we’re involved.
- XO -
I'm Emilee. Twenty-something. Homebody. Believer in a simple + intentional life. Daughter of the King. Living in Austin with my hubs.
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