After dinner.  Getting my bathing suit on to go to the gym to ride the stationery bike and swim to work my arm.  There’s a knock on the door.  Ask me how often someone knocks on the door at 6:45 in the evening – like never…so my mind immediately goes to the dudes in the green uniforms and my stomach tightens into a knot.  I go to the door and peer thru the peephole (can we ever be prepared?  And what would I have done if they’d been there?)  But no – it was our gentle neighbor from down the street with a couple of copies of “Our Daily Bread”, with an admonition that today is the 2nd, so we’d better catch up.  I’ve never been so glad to see someone – at least not lately.  By then Erik has come to the door too, and we both thank him for his watching out for our souls.  The second of September’s entry is “The trouble with Heroes”.  Hmph – how apt

Waiting for something to happen and wanting it not to happen but dreading that it will – enough to make anyone nuts.  And it’s not like it’s the first time – this is a chronic thing when you have children that you love – no matter how old they are.  Looking at pictures in “The Atlantic” brings it home to me – they have some really good photographers working for Getty Images – and it provides a tangible manifestation of those fears made flesh.  This one says it all for me as a mom.

Please God, take care of my boy - don't let him end up like this