When you start following people’s blogs, especially the people you’ve never met before, you often become wrapped up in their lives.
One such blog for me (and a whole lot of other people) is NieNie. We’re about the same age. She has four beautiful children and a husband. I can’t keep a plant alive. She’s devout to her faith, and I’m a lapsed Catholic at best. She is the most crafty person I’ve ever “known,” and I can’t even use the bedazzler I bought in jest.
In her ordinary instant, the plane her husband was flying crashed, and she obtained burns over 80 percent over her body.
Her life was the life of fairy tales. The stuff that Martha Stewart said was possible, but you never believed. Ever. But then you’d read blog posts like the amazing back-to-school banquet she’d plan for her kids or the kind of holidays she’d put together. I went back and read every blog post she ever wrote. She inspired me with the way she found and created beauty out of everything, the absolute depth of her love for her husband and children and how she savored every moment.
But if I found her life totally inspiring before the plane crash, I find her a thousand times more so. That her life is still perfect, but she’s learned to change her definition of perfect. She still adheres to the values and principles she held previously, even when it’s a thousand times harder to do so. She fights just as hard. And she’s just as beautiful as before. And this year, she still put together an amazing back-to-school banquet for the kids.
So here’s to you NieNie! To inspiring me to savor the precious moments and to live a better life.
