Thursday, September 11, 2008
September 11....I remember hearing about a plane hitting the world trade center on my way to the peds office for a newborn visit and calling hubbie to check on friend who worked there. And my unbelief when another hit the center. I realized how fragile life was, I was lost, adrift. I did not know at the time but I was suffering from post partum depression. Today I hold those I love closer, I tell them I love them, even if they don't say it back. I am so truly blessed that I should be thanking mu God with every breath. Thanks God !!
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