Another day

I can remember exactly what I was doing 7 years ago today. Mostly because it was the day my daughter came into the world. This morning as I sent her off to school (and she waited patiently for the bus, which was running late) I was reminded that because of her I am writing, again. If it wasn't for my children I would still be pounding nails, or working for a farmer, perhaps doing a factory job. I would probably not be doing any writing, even on days like today when the words struggle to make it to paper. Amazing how seemingly dissimilar events unfold to create the day that we have today.