The baby is sleeping but I can’t.
Partially because my circadian rhythms are in total upheaval, but also because I can’t quiet my thoughts. So I’m sitting on the floor of the nursery, listening to baby snores and appreciating the fleeting solitude and quiet.
This day. This fateful day. 2001 was the year things changed for everyone, and 10 years later I got that reminder more personally.
Years go by and still, we can never understand why certain events transpire. How so much can change in a mere moment.
The indirect blessing in what happened is a steadfast awareness that each day is a blessing, however hard it may be, and that the most important thing we have is each other.