Saturday, April 20, 2013

Gratitude

I am having a hard time being completely joyful this morning.  After the Boston Marathon bombing, yes I was sad for those that were experiencing loss.  I know what it is like to experience loss, but can only imagine experiencing it that tragically, and in the public eye as well.  And don't get me wrong I am happy that the final suspect is in custody, I think the Boston PD and everyone else involved did an amazing job.

BUT I am not resting peacefully and I need to work today to find that place again.  My dh was glued to the TV yesterday from the time he arrived home from work.  I couldn't watch it.  I tuned in for a few minutes twice yesterday to catch updates on what was going on.  But I couldn't watch it over and over and over again.  I just kept thinking that this boy was my oldest sons age.  Actually just a little older as my oldest will be 19 in July.  I kept thinking how scared he must be, how sad he must be at the loss of his brother, how alone he must feel without family around.

I don't know why he did what he did, or anything really about this boy, but he is my sons age.  And someone, somewhere loves him.

So I am grateful this day that my boys are home, safe, and sleeping in their own beds. Grateful I am here to love them and care for them, and that they feel that love every day.