Today is my anniversary. Sixteen years. Someone asked me how many years the other day, and I had to stop and think like I do with my age. What year did we get married? What year is it? Then do the math. Sixteen beautiful years filled with lots of moves, two kids, a dog, a ministry, ups, downs, struggles, joys, laughter, and tears. It’s so great to have deep connection with someone. It doesn’t get easier, but it does get better if you commit to keep going through the hard, through the difficult.
September 11th is also a day that many of my generation have etched in their hearts. Fourteen years have passed since that day and I’ve finally written down in words what it was like to be in transit on the most tragic of days. Head over to Petit Elefant and comment on where you were on that day.