September 11 Remembering

8 years ago today was one of the most tragic days in history. I was trying to explain to my class why this day means so much. Just the thought of that day brought tears to my eyes. I go back to that day in a second. I remember Ry was about 6 months old and I was up feeding her when the planes went into the towers. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and remember just yelling for Rob to come quick. For the next few days, I was glued to the TV, holding my daughter with constant tears coming down my face. The sadness and strength that came from that day is indescibable. When Staci and I went to New York a few years ago, it was so powerful to visit the sight.

So much has changed in the last 8 years not only for our country, but also in my small universe. That day like so many since then have changed me. I am a completely different person today and I hope a much better person. I have witnessed God's love and strength is some of the most difficult times. And I have an appreciation for life that allows me to see the small moments that are so precious.

I wonder if Ry, Jake and Lu will ever understand the significance of that day. I pray that they never have to experience a day like that in their lifetime, but more importantly I pray that I raise them to have the strength to live the life God has planned for them.