I sometimes have these time periods in my life where I really feel the preciousness of the moments that I get to live. I think the first time that I really started recognizing this feeling or having this awareness, that I can remember, was when I was in third grade.  I remember walking home from school with my friends and thinking, this moment, with these people, with this feeling, will never happen again.  I remember intentionally taking in that time, savoring it in it’s preciousness. I think I’ve always had an underlying appreciation for life, but there are time periods where it’s so tangible, in the forefront of my experience. Sometimes it’s been time with friends or family.  Watching my little sister dance, or taking my little brother trick or treating, as a tiny peanut, in his fire fighter costume come to mind. Celebrating people who were strangers 48 hours...