This was our life a year ago.
It stills makes me uneasy to think about and to see again.
On October 28, 2008, our house in Little Rock was broken into. It was in the middle of the day. Thankfully, Porter just happened to be at the vet that afternoon, and Grace was still at home when we arrived. We were so thankful on so many levels, but the harsh reality of what happened to us took a long time to set in, and even longer to get over.
Somehow we survived the past year, and have found ourselves in an even better spot today, with a wonderful house, two great jobs, two hilarious pets and a much closer relationship with each other. In no way is this supposed to get preachy, but we all must keep in mind that it's not going to be difficult forever.