Oh, Life...

I love being able to keep up on the lives of so many friends and families through blogs. I also find, sometimes, however, that I become swept up in the emotions of all that others are going through, it starts to weigh heavily on my mind, and then it teaches me lessons.

When I was first married I kept waiting for the phone call to come that my husband had been involved in a terrible plane crash and had not survived. I know that's pathetically morbid. After all, he does fly airplanes for a living and, it only seemed natural that that would be the way he would be hurt/die. Fortunately for me (and him) and my sanity, I have overcome those anxious moments waiting by the phone. I have simply become supremely confident in my DH's abilities as a pilot and his own supreme self-confidence in his own capabilities, that I no longer think about it.

My dear, sweet, super longtime friend, Brooke, however, received a phone call on Sunday that I told her I always thought I would get - not other people. Her husband was involved in a plane crash in Guatemala. Fortunately, he was one of the 3 survivors. Now, I know there were others who were not so lucky, but when I spoke with her last night it struck me how often she said the word "grateful." I know she truly meant it.

And, so, all day today I have thought of Brooke. And I have thought of Dan. And I have again started to think of my DH and the precariousness of life and the risks involved with what he does every single day. If he didn't enjoy it so much, I'd insist he change professions. In the meantime, I also have a renewed commitment to myself to profess my love more, find my patient gene and exercise it more, and remember that life really is so very precious.