The other day while working out I was listening to Rihanna's song "Disturbia" and I experienced a surreal moment. The thought crossed my mind that I would have celebrated my 11th anniversary with my ex-husband just a few weeks ago and how very different my life has turned out. That marriage was not pleasant and although I've blocked most of it out of my memory, I never forget how lucky I am that I was able to get out of that hell. Although I'm a different person now and because of that challenge/trial, I am able to appreciate Cony so much more for the man that he is and the man that he's trying to be. Is it always easy and blissful? I wish!
Last night we were both reflecting back on the 9/11 attacks and hearing stories of the few firemen & civilians that survived in the tower, helped us remember that there is a plan for everyone. Part of me would love to know about every single perspective of those who died that day and the people that were in NYC and D.C.. Maybe that's disturbing but I can't help myself. I had a dream a few years ago and it's really the only dream I've ever remembered fully. I'll spare you every detail, but in the dream I was on one of the planes that crashed into the towers. It was vivid, real and detailed. I woke up in tears and a puddle of sweat. To this day, I'm not sure why I had such a dream (and why I'm sharing it).
So although I never imagined myself living in Connecticut, married to the man of my dreams, being 30 years old with no human babies... I am living my dream I didn't know I had and I couldn't be more grateful I get that chance in life.
I mean, how could I not love these two?? A dog who loves to be held like a child and my husband who likes to hold her like a child.