And after a day like today, I am forced to count my blessings.
God has a way of doing that to us.
I truly believe that it's amongst the dark times, that we are ultimately faced with the choice to rejoice in the little things or wallow in our sorrows.
As the traumatic visions flashed my television this afternoon, I was reminded of 9/11 and that we cannot allow the terrorists to win. For if we allow the tragedy to darken our days, we are only granting the killers a power over our lives.
Very little is needed to make a happy life. And that's the beauty. Each day is a gift. As cliche as it sounds, take a moment to give a kind word, smile, dance with your husband, hold hands, laugh with your kids, and remember it's these little things that are truly significant and matter the most.
Sweet dreams and God bless you.
