My two oldest kids are headed off to their grandparents for the weekend while Anna and I head to California for the Auburn game.

They pulled out of the driveway an hour or so ago and I just opened my phone and pulled up my photos. This was the last picture I took of my kids before they left with their friend at my office.

We had a great morning playing together at “daddy’s office”

While I am sure, God willing, they will return home safely on Tuesday the thought crosses my mind that “what if they don’t”. What if that picture, this day, was the last I had with them?

I am sure I would hang on to that picture with my life. I am sure I would recount all the things we did and said to each other all day. I would replay that “goodbye” a million times.

I would wonder what I would have done differently.

Thankfully as I sit here today I can honestly say I don’t regret anything from our last 12 hours. But 24 hours? Possibly. 48? For sure.

So who’s to know when that last photo will be. Who knows when that last word will be the last word.

I know I have no idea which words or acts will be the last. So for the sake of sparing you the “live every moment like its your last” comments I simply remind you and myself to slow down and enjoy it because eventually tomorrow won’t come for all of us.

What if your last actions are your final chance. Would you be proud of them?