Anxious about tomorrow....

I have been thinkng a lot about life lately. Tomorrow marks the one year mark since my sweet Dad's accident. It seems to have been more than that, interesting how quickly life changes and then you find yourself wondering what happened? How did it happen and most importantly why? The last year has been one of many hard realities to face. Something that I would not wish on my worst enemy or my dearest friend.

I remember as Brandon and I were driving home from the hospital the first night he was there. I was a total wreck and I had a list of things that I wanted to accomplish that suddenly took a front seat to those things that I had thought were more important even the day before. That night as we crawled into bed, I feared what the next few days would bring. I prayed that the Lord would bless my family to make sense of the coming days and be inspired on the best way to support my parents.

Since that time, I have spend countless hours pondering about what happened within the walls of that hospital. How much my life changed, how much I loved my family and how grateful I was to have an eternal family. The moments spent there are ones that will never escape my mind. The times we prayed, pleaded and bonded as a family. All at the feet of our Dad doing his "favorite" thing listening and keeping watch of his girls. I know he does not linger far from us even now, still listening and keeping watch.

How amazing it is to be loved by such and amazing set of parents. I have been blessed beyond my comprehension. Dad and Mom thank you so much for loving me.