Some last all day.
I thought I would mind football road trips,
but yesterday was really fun.
It was 100 degrees outside.
We spent 6 hours in the heat watching the boys score and get scored on.
I loved. loved. loved. it.
Ainsley did pretty well.
on a soft blanket,
on top of a pillow,
in a bin,
in the bleachers,
under the shade.
She was a trooper.
We left the game and dropped by Dan's station on the way home.
Everyone was still talking about the fire they had been on the night before.
with the next day being 9-11.
That was the day 10 years ago that began a life-changing experience for us.
Who joins the fire department after that tragedy?
And because I remember numbers,
343 runs through my mind often,
and then I stop to remember,
and I try to forget.
So tonight at dinner when Dan was telling the kids about that day,
and how the firefighters did exactly what they had been trained to do,
I left the room.
Because it's a little too hard to think about.
Sometimes we do everything right,
and the outcome is still devastatingly sad.
That's when I am reminded that there is a God.
He loves us.
We can't remember him,
but He is there.
And all the good things we do are still good,
no matter how the story ends.
I would rather not remember something that forever changed our family,
......at least not today.