I completely understand how precious and how fragile life is.  Being a nurse for many many years, I've seen the delicate balance between life and death. And how quick that balance can shift.  I think that at times, I/we forget that delicate balance. 

I'm ever so reminded to count my blessings as my mom recovers from surgery.  Post removal a portion of her jaw due to cancer, as my father-in-law gets a bone marrow biopsy today to rule out leukemia, as my younger cousin goes on 2 years cancer free post bone-marrow transplant.  And then last night.....

As I walked into my daughters room to check on her before I went to bed.  Her beloved Cozy/Blanket completely wrapped snugly around her head.  In a panic, I pulled the blanket off her and waited for her to stir.  As a nurse, it's in my genes to think the worse.  A grunt, a stretch, and a reposition later....  Shew.... she was still alive.    I have never been more reminded then at that moment, how sweet, precious, wonderful, blessed life I have.