remembering 9/11

No matter how busy you are, let’s all take a moment today to step back from our lives and remember. Let us honor all of our nation’s heroes who sacrificed themselves for the good of others on this horrifying day thirteen years ago.

It’s difficult to find words on days like today. So, instead of words, I want to share with you some photos my brother took this summer when he visited New York City and went to the 9/11 Memorial and Museum. His caption simply states: “Breathtaking and heartbreaking.” I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.

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In honor and memory of those we lost, I am going to do an act of kindness for a stranger today.

“Even the smallest act of service, the smallest act of kindness, is a way to honor those we lost, a way to reclaim that spirit of unity that followed 9/11.” — President Barack Obama

happy birthday dad! {and happy memorial day, everyone!}

Today is my dear daddy’s birthday! I feel so grateful that I get to be home to celebrate with him! My dad is a truly amazing person. He is my friend and role model, my biggest fan and supporter, and one of the most genuinely kind and caring people I have ever met. He is also hilariously witty, goofy, and fun! I love every minute I get to spend with my dad. I hope he has a fantastic birthday today! I love you, Dad!

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On this Memorial Day, I also wanted to take a moment to remember and say thank you to all the brave, selfless men and women who have served our country. Words cannot express the gratitude I feel for your sacrifice and service — not only today, but every day!

We read this poem in church yesterday, and it really struck a chord with me, so I wanted to share it here:

Two Sides of War (All Wars)
by Henry Grantland Rice

All wars are planned by older men
In council rooms apart,
Who call for greater armament
And map the battle chart.

But out along the shattered field
Where golden dreams turn gray,
How very young the faces were
Where all the dead men lay.

Portly and solemn in their pride,
The elders cast their vote
For this or that, or something else,
That sounds the martial note.

But where their sightless eyes stare out
Beyond life’s vanished toys,
I’ve noticed nearly all the dead
Were hardly more than boys.

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Please take some time today to remember and give thanks to our veterans! I’ll be back tomorrow with this week’s Year of Kindness Challenge.