Count your blessings

When B left a few days ago, I was really sad. But I quickly reminded myself that he's only going to Kentucky, not the Middle East, he's only gone for a month, not a year, and I know that he'll be safe, at least as safe as he would be here. I can't imagine having to say goodbye for a whole year (though I suspect one day I'll learn how to). Or forever.

When I got in to work today, we were notified that one of the men in the office lost his wife this weekend. A tree fell on her car during some pretty intense storms on Saturday. She was only 55. Alex is a nice man, he doesn't deserve this, and neither do their kids. I heard about a woman getting killed this weekend, and it hit close to home because the road that she was driving on was the road that I used to live on. But when I found out that I had a connection to her, it hits you that much harder. 

So remember to tell your loved ones that you love them. And count your blessings every day.