Yesterday Mr. Brown Eyes came home.
I threw myself into his arms and felt whole again.
Today, as we remember September 11th, 2001, I am sobered by my blessings. After a very long two and a half weeks, Mr. Brown Eyes is home. I can hug him and kiss him and listen to his laughter.
On September 10th fourteen years ago, so many people hugged their loved ones for the last time. Instead of waking up today, like I did, in the warmth of love and comfort, they woke up to heartbreak and tragedy that I cannot even comprehend.
May we never forget the lives lost and the courage shown on that terrible day.
May we put aside our pettiness and love deeper.
May we remember our Savior, Jesus Christ. Because of Him, death is not the end.
Holding Mr. Brown Eyes close,
The Brown-Eyed Girl