I once was blind, but now I see.

Have you ever stepped back and just really looked at what's around you?

I mean really looked.

The colors, the textures.

The amazing creations on this Earth.

 I sometimes stand looking in the mirror, and think about how it's a completely amazing feat that I'm actually where I am. That for the past 34 years I've put one foot in front of the other and became who I am today. God has shaped me, molded me, guided me into what He wants me to be. And even though I make mistakes every single day, He loves me.

 How did I get here? Where did I come from? How is it possible that I'm living the life I'm living? All because of Him.

I've been so inspired to write this post since I saw this over at The Pink Hammer. I thought it was so cool that she took you on a tour around her property and showed us some of the tiny little things that we may overlook or even step on every single day. I decided to open my eyes around my place and show you just what I see.

Maybe it's the date that is making me open my eyes and see.

Today is September 11, 2012.

A date that each and every person in America will remember for the rest of their lives.

3,000 people lost their lives on this day 11 years ago, all at the hands of terrorists.

 One of the most horrific tragedies of all time.

I can remember everything about that day. Where I was. What I was doing. My reaction. The panic I felt worrying about all of my family and friends. And although I didn't have anyone close to Ground Zero, I felt helpless. But I also felt a sense pride. Proud to be part of a country that came together in what would be one of the most tragic times of our lives. We all stood together at that moment in time, praying, pleading, crying out for help. It's a day of reflection for me. For all of us. For every, single, American, who witnessed that day.

The slide from the old playhouse.

This isn't technically on our property, but I love the look of this old barn next door. Ssshhh! I had to sneak over there to take a picture.

Some random plant covering our extra paver stones.

One of my all time favorite things to do. Although I think Dear Hubby get's a little nervous when I hop on the Toro!

And yes, we do have a random headstone in our front yard.

Our birdhouse. There's a funny story about this birdhouse. Let's just say, birds are not the only thing that inhabited this bird house.

God Bless the USA!

I know it may not be the most clever post, but it's how I'm feeling today so I thought I would share it.