Thankful

Here we are almost seven years after 9/11. As I think back on that day it seems eons ago, and yet it seems like just yesterday. All I can do is give thanks.
I am thankful that Brett was home sick that day and not at work, in the Pentagon. He is rarely sick and rarely does he take off even if sick. I guess I have Jimmy Buffet to thank or those sausages he ate at the Jimmy Buffet concert that we think gave him food poisoning.

I am thankful that I am not a widow being escorted into the memorial tomorrow morning. I am glad for the husband I have and who I have seen him become these last 7 years.

I am thankful for the children he has given me. They have given me so much joy-- not just joy but depth of love. They have revealed things in me I never knew there.

I am thankful that Brett is the kind of man who has worked the majority of his career to pay tribute to the people who lost their lives 7 years ago and makes sure their families are treated with respect.

I am thankful for the miracles the Lord has worked in our midst. In the midst of hardship, loss, and pain.

I look at Lucky, our dog and think-- your name is Lucky because we feel lucky, we felt we dodged a bullet 7 years ago, and we did. But it's more than luck. Who knows what to call it. I know I feel blessed, but that isn't a good name for a dog.