It's funny how time is measured by the events in our lives. Sometimes it's hard to believe that it was only eight years ago today that the terrorist attack happened. I remember sitting in a bar with Chris and Todd, watching the never ending coverage on the news, and being so thankful and blessed that all my friends and loved ones were safe. No worries. I didn't realize then just what a role those events would take in my life. I didn't even think or realize how those events would inspire a boy to serve his country. Or how that simple act of bravery and inspiration would irreparably change my family.
And it's times of reflections like these that make it easier to list the things I'm not thankful for. I'm not thankful for the pain, the anger, the damage. But you know what? I am thankful for the blessings. I am thankful for the ways we hold each other together even in our darkest moments. I am thankful for each sunrise and each sunset. I am thankful for new beginnings, with out them there would be no Lucas. Yes, it's all very bitter sweet. But it's all part of the ebb and flow of life. The give and take.
Squeeze the one next to you and be thankful for their presence.