September 11

Every American of a certain age has images that come to mind when they hear the phrase "September 11." I love America and I hated the events of 2001. However, in 2010, the date became very personal for me. My best friend, maid of honor, and longest friendship - Emily - was running and was hit by a car. She was extremely beat up and everyone told her she was so lucky to be alive.

Then there is my Dad. My Brown Bear. My Cuddlebug.

Most of you who read this are aware of his heart attack last year. He and my Mom were visiting because of an OSU game. He was so uncomfortable on the 10th evening, woke up on the 11th and called our doctor friend, who confirmed his feelings to go seek medical help. My parents chose the smart/dumb choice of driving an hour to the Heart Hospital. I say smart because it was a no-brainer. It's a phenomenal facility with excellent care. I say dumb because he could have died on the trip there.

His heart attack happened in the "widow maker" area of the heart (I have since forgotten all technical terms), and fortunately, he survived and suffered only minor long-term damage to his heart. Yay!

If you know me at all, you know my parents are very important to me. I have been and always will be Daddy's Little Girl. He always makes me give him kisses good-bye, and I secretly like it! :) Guess it isn't a secret anymore! My Dad has been at the birth of all three of my children, and in the room for the last two taking pictures (and filling in for Jason during Reid's delivery! ha!). He actively plays with my kids, is a friend to my husband, works hard to provide for his family, cherishes my Mom, builds a fort with us, goes to school lunch with his grandsons, and would literally attempt to move mountains in order to assure that his family was happy. Mostly, my Dad is one of the best Christian examples and is a great light of Him for others.

Thanks, Daddy. I love you so much!

So September 11 rings true for me to have my Dad and my best buddy still here!

I had so much fun going through these photos. We started taking digital photos in 2004 and it was fun to look back on the past seven years!

oh, and Dad... Jason wanted me to ask you how the MSM's are doing!?!? He just thought that would be a nice addition to the blog about you! :) love ya!