Most of us are fortunate enough to have lived a life so full of goodness that we still have time to stress out about the little things. A few of us have had the dark experience that may have left us shattered for a bit, but ultimately led us to realize the important things in life. I like to think I am one of the “lucky” latter ones; while the bad times were bad, they were what helped me to finally see all that is wonderful with the world.
I haven’t made the time to write too much here because I have been busy living my life to the fullest and savoring my happy, healthy kiddos. Today I learned of the passing of a two year old little girl, who happens to be the niece of a dear friend,Kelly, whom I have met in Dublin.On Paddy’s day of 2014 Vivian, her mother, father, and big sister visited Dublin and it was I who had the pleasure of meeting Vivian, or Vivi as I called her. Half hispanic and half Philippino this baby had gorgeous, thick black hair complimented by huge brown eyes, long lashes and chubby cheeks.
And she was a fiesty, lively girl….nobody was going to put Vivi in the corner! It’s no wonder I was immediately drawn to Vivi; I was however, surprised to see her lift her arms up at me and ask me to hold her. I’m pretty sure Vivi just liked my pretty necklace, but I was willing to take it, so I could hang out with her.
I recall eating breakfast with Vivi’s family and watching as she happily shoved food into her mouth; I looked at my own son and wondered when he would be able to eat like that after undergoing esophageal surgery at birth. Vivi was so chubby and healthy!
Just a year and a month later…this morning I watched my son devour his breakfast at Cinnamon and moments later I received a text from Kelly to let me know of Vivian’s passing. Wasn’t it just a year ago I was coveting a healthy child? In fact, back then it was all I thought about when I was around other children. Turns out…..I did and do have a healthy child. Thankfully, it was shortly after Vivi visited that I came to terms with my son’s ordeal and embraced how well things had turned out for him. The way I have changed as a person has made me look back and know I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The St. Patrick’s day parade in Ireland’s capitol was a festivity my husband and I decided we had to attend (only once) with our children. I had my heavy, Canon camera out that day and was snapping pictures left and right during the festivities at J.W. Sweetman’s. It was a lovely day full of friendship and fun….we were enjoying the company of all of our new friends and the family of four that came to visit. I was thrilled that three year old Emily and my little girl were getting along fabulously. I took some amazing pictures that day, but looking back, I remember focusing on Vivi and her daddy. The majority of the photos I took were capturing the two of them together.
My heart goes out to Vivi’s wonderful, loving parents and all of her extended family. She truly was a special little girl and I can’t imagine their loss. I hope you all take a little time today to smell the roses and hold those close to you a little tighter for a little longer. What seems perfect may not be and what seems broken may turn out to be just perfect…..but that’s just life….unpredictable.