4-15-13

Whenever something horrible happens in the world, people can always tell you where they were when they found out about it.  It's etched in their memory for eternity.  Sadly, the world is a scary place, and it seems that there are more and more tragedies that we just cannot forget.  On this particular day, we were 222 miles away from our home in Massachusetts.  203 miles away from Boston and the Marathon.  The very moment the bombings happened, I, along with my parents and cousins, were blissfully unaware of anything.  We were watching five beautiful children play.  We were watching them collect tadpoles in the pond, pet their horses, play on their swingset.  As my dad gathered them together for a picture, my mother-in-law called me to tell me about the bombing in Boston.  We literally have a picture of what we were doing the moment we found out about a tragedy that hit just a little too close to home.  We were fortunate that no one we knew was hurt, but our hearts went out to those who were.  Events like this remind us that every day is a gift.  We try to not to take these beautiful faces for granted, and hug them every chance we get.