For some reason, a memory of this time popped into my head after writing the previous post:
I took this picture of my middle daughter a long time ago at a local park. It’s how we quietly spent the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. I remember thinking about this as I wrote the previous post, not remembering that it was taken on the anniversary of 9/11/01 – which was the same year as the car accident my husband and I had, the miscarriage, and the subsequent pregnancy three months later.
I find it really interesting how these memories all kind of lead back to each other. I wish I could stand back and see the pattern of the tapestry of my life, but I’m not really able to get that kind of perspective just yet.