Feeling quiet today, remembering another morning, 7 years ago, when my first baby was only 6 months old. He was sitting in his high chair gurgling and waiting for his oatmeal as I turned on the morning news and watched the sky fall.
My heart goes out to those whose lives were forever changed on that awful day.
I'm thinking too about the beach we played on just a few months ago.
That beach is the end game for hurricane Ike.
I'm thinking about the sunny faces that greeted us at the little grocery store that we loved. I'm thinking about the funny duck tour driver who was so proud of his island. I'm thinking about the waitress at our favorite restaurant. She's a grandmother, and so friendly that I thought more than once she was going to pull up a chair and just join us.
I'm wondering where they are today. I'm imagining they're packing their belongings – furrowed brows scanning the sea, shaking hands on the steering wheel, running from Ike. My thoughts are with them this morning. Be safe.