September 11th

That is a day that will live in my memory for the rest of my life, like many others. While I remember quite clearly sitting on the floor of our livingroom, stretching after my 5:00am run, watching TV while and watching in horror. When I turned on the TV, I saw the first tower smoking and watched the plane hit the second tower, live. Awe, shock, horror, confusion.

But those are not the reasons I will always remember September 11th.

It is the day that we nearly lost my sister. It is the day God blessed all of our lives with a second chance of having Kaley in our lives. It is the day that a miracle happened.

To be honest, since we don't use our home phone very often, my heart jumps everytime the phone rings. I remember so vividly the phone ringing at 6:00am, Saturday, September 11, 2005.

"Lindsay, are you awake?"
"Yes."
"There's a problem with your sister. You promise me that you're awake and listening."

It's interesting how I feel good about only having a 5% chance of miscarrying. That's 95% chance of carrying to term and delivering a healthy baby. I am relieved and comforted by those numbers.

Kaley is that odd chance. 3% of people with aneurysms like hers live. 97% of the time people die. Yet she is alive, well, playing soccer, and running. A miracle. God wasn't ready for her. It wasn't her time.

It's hard to let her know how often I think of her and how full of awe and appreciation I am for having her in my life still.

I so wish she was closer and could share in each others lives more.