The Line Between Tragedy and Blessing is Razor Thin
My wife and I both knew people running in the 2013 Boston Marathon, including my cousin Alessandra and her aunt Diane (we are also consider family). It was a beautiful, perfect spring day and many friends and family members planned to gather at the finish line. My wife and I both agreed it would be really nice to join them but we had a few "baby chores" to get done first, as she was 30 weeks pregnant. We got a little hung up at Ikea, still had enough to time to get to the finish line, but my wife was getting a little tired so we reluctantly opted to head home. When the bombs went off, my heart sank. Not only did it take hours to learn if my loved ones were safe, but I was acutely aware of how close we had come to standing there. If the decision were mine alone, I would have been there. No doubt. Tonight, my wife and I are very healthy and madly in love with our beautiful baby daughter... but we came that close to possibly losing it all. It is terrifying to think about.